My little big Captain America

My son's Montessori preschool had a Halloween parade today. All the kids came to school dressed up in their costumes.  There were superheros like Spiderman and Batman.  There were policemen and astronauts.  There was a flock of fairies and several princesses, as well as an assortment of animals, including a lamb, crocodile, dragon, and a tiger. And then there was my little Captain America, Tres. 

Dressed in a red, white, and baby blue unitard complete with superhero muscles, including a six pack of abs to die for, was our little Captain America.  After vacillating for weeks between Spiderman, Batman, Soccer Player, and a pumpkin, Tres finally decided he wanted to be Captain America for Halloween.  

Why Captain America? I asked.  Did he want to save people, capture villains, or just simply run faster than his little friends on the playground at school.  He couldn't quiet articulate a specific reason why, but it was clear he wanted to have unspecified super powers for unknown reasons.  

At 9:00am, all the children lined up in a row with their respective classes, walked outside, paraded around the school, and then sat in class formation for all the mom and dads to take pictures.  Thirty minutes later, all the superheros, fairies, and animals were transformed back into preschoolers by their parents.  The kids started school and the parents went about their day.  

I was all set to drive into the office when my husband seized the moment and suggested we go get some breakfast instead.  I quickly seconded the idea and off we went to a little French Bistro down the street.  There, over some yummy crepes, and bacon and eggs, we reminisced about the parade and how much our little big Captain America had grown up over the last year. After we finished eating, we sat there in silence for some time, savoring the moment, as well as our delicious cappuccinos and I couldn't help but think to myself: Que Buena Onda!