This weekend my youngest son, by two whole minutes, decided to participate in an experiment which would conclusively prove he was possessed of super human abilities. The trial began as he precariously situated himself on top of the couch which left the factory of its origins only a week before. He waved away any parental concern his mother and I had for his well being, believing instead that his wealth of experience and coordination would allow him to succeed.
I suppose it could have happened on a worse day. It might have been last night for example, the last night of a two week academic break for every member of my household. The evening before a five o'clock wake up call and the first day back to school. It might have happened on Christmas Eve or when I took them to visit their Grandparents who had decided to try out their new camper over New Years Eve.
It did happen this past Saturday though. He first tested his ability to fly, but gravity proved an inexhaustible adversary. He then tested whether or not he was invulnerable, but the corner of the granite coffee table refused to yield to his skull, hard though they both are. Next he tested his ability to rapidly heal, being a fan of Wolverine like myself. Unfortunately, the results of his experiments have yet to refute the null hypotheses that my son is an ordinary human, just like the rest of us. My wife and he ended up at the Emergency Room where he received a staple for his efforts. He was back home in our bed by three in the morning, obviously planning further experiments.
