Super heroes and couches

Conversation I had today:

After running up and pointing, Pencil announced: Mom, you mawb-wus!

Me: I'm marvelous?

P: Yup!

I was very flattered. I mean, it's not every day a mom in her ripped pj pants and 3 days unwashed hair gets told she's marvelous. I was basking in this display of affection until I realized what was really meant.

P: Yup! Dad is I-O man and Stah-ee is Hah-guy. I'm Baa-man. (Then I think he Grrr-ed a little)

Me: Oh! We're super heroes. I'm Miss Marvel, Dad is Iron Man, Sock is Hawk Eye (although, to be honest I thought at first that Pencil had dubbed his brother Hot Guy, and I was a little worried) and Pencil had self labeled with 'Bat Man'.

Not quite as flattering, but, I guess you take what you can get.

Cy-cwops

The Hulk

Baa-Man in action (with cape, of course!)

Hawk Eye (Hot guy?) shooting with his weapon.
PS- going to clothing stores has become more problematic since the boys discovered this handy toy.
I realized, too late, that we left a trail of un-hangered clothes wherever we went. Ooops! Sorry!

Fie-Doh- Man

And the newsiest bit of news today, we have new sitting arrangements in our family room. These couchy wonders came to us from a down the street neighbor who was giving them away. Yes, friends, we got two couches (that match, don't stink and are relatively comfy) for $$FREE.69! I was thrilled, but my kids were exponentially more so.
It does worry me a little that "Cannon-Ball!!" is heard far more often in the house now, but, really, it was to be expected.