It was a cold and crisp morning, Iron Man and I could hear my little boy creeping down the stairs.  I put my coffee mug down and sat back on the couch waiting for him to crawl up onto my lap and curl up into my chest.  Dean rounded the corner, and I looked at him - his chubby cheeks were rosy from sleep, and his soft brown hair was sticking up around his face.

“Hi, Mama.” He said to me in his sleepy voice.

“Hi, baby.” I held my arms out to him, and sure enough he came to me and curled up on my chest.  He reached up to rub the sleeve of my bathrobe, he loves the softness.

I expected him to ask me for his “mul-la” (chocolate milk) and food.  But as he rubbed my sleeve against his cheek, I felt him turn his head up towards mine.

“Mama, Man Now mobie?”

Ahh… the Iron Man obsession continues!