Captian America and John Wayne

When my brother, Sam, who is now 20 years old, was somewhere around Dartanion's age he absolutely loved all things cowboy, First and foremost on that list was John Wayne. Sam wanted so badly to meet John Wayne and ask him all kinds of questions only a 2-3 yr old could ask.

Sam always wanted to know why John Wayne had to die before Sam was able to meet him. He often asked this question of my mother somewhere around 2 in the morning. The conversation, from the way my mom tells it, usually went something like this:

Sam: Mommy, why did John Wayne have to die?

Mom: Because he woke his mommy up at 2 in the morning to ask questions.

Sam: No, that's not it. He died of natural causes.

I for one, tended to find that story rather cute and a little funny. Until I had a 2 year old of my own.

Fast forward 18 or so years and here we are. I have a lively, energetic little boy who has an infatuation of his own. Oh its not cowboys, no...its Superheros. And my dear sweet little boy has figured out all the cool actions that each superhero does.

So now, at 2 AM, the conversations tend to go a bit like this:

D: Mommy, what does Captain America do?

Me: He listens to his mommy and goes to sleep.

D: NO! Captain American spins his shield.

*Just enough silence for me to get almost back asleep*

D: Mommy, what does Superman do?

Me: He gets his rest so he can save the world

D: NO! Superman flies.

And so on. And so on until we have gotten all the way through the range of superheros.

So, now that I'm the mom, can I just say, maybe the stories aren't really all the cute.....or are they?????