Matthew has developed a wonderful and completely NORMAL obsession with Lex Luthor. Recently my husband was going out of town and before he left we took the boys to Toys-R-Us to pick up a few Lego sets. They have been pretty interested in the Lego Batman 2 PS3 game we have so I wasn’t surprised when Matthew opted to get the Lego DC Universe Super Heroes Superman Vs. Power Armor Lex. What did surprise me was how attached he became to the three characters he got in the box. There was Superman, Wonder Woman and Lex Luthor. The boys came home and quickly had the their boxes apart and were working on the individual characters in the respective sets.
After my husband had the fun of building the actual Lego sets himself we all headed to Chick-fil-a for a quick gluten free dinner as one more “before Daddy has to leave” treats. The thing that was so wonderful about the trip to Chick-fil-a was that all of the boys wanted to bring one of their “new friends” with them to dinner. Nico brought a battle droid, Lorenzo brought Mater and Matthew brought Superman. Because we were on a bit of a schedule we didn’t let the boys go play in the play area, so I promised to bring them back to the play area during the week while Daddy was gone. Matthew asked me multiple times if I really was going to bring them back because he promised Lex Luthor that he would bring Lex the next time we went to Chick-fil-a. That seemed significant to me.
The next evening Lex went missing. Matthew was very upset because his new favorite toy was lost and alone. He felt terrible because he had “promised” Lex he would bring him to Chick-fil-a the next day. I suggested that we could go to the store the next morning and purchase a new set so we could get a new Lex Luthor. He wasn’t happy with that idea because it would not be HIS Lex Luthor, the one he had promised. Instead it would just be a copy. He had attributed feelings to his action figure and considered this particular figurine to be his and his alone. I searched and searched, and I searched some more and eventually I found Lex hidden behind a console – our youngest must have gotten to him. The next morning, when Matthew found Lex on the table, he was so happy. He carried Lex to Chick-fil-a with pride and played with him there, just like every other child would do. Stay Well.
