a superhero origin story, and some hair

We had a huge rainstorm the other day. “The whole world is flooding!” said Sophie. Actually, it was just our driveway. But the kids had fun playing in the puddles…until it started to thunder and lightening.

Luc, particularly, doesn’t like thunder. So we ran back inside and stripped off the wet stuff while it crashed and banged outside. Rainstorms are really loud in a yurt. Luc and Sophie covered their ears and yelled and said, “I don’t like it!”, until Sophie had a brilliant idea. Instead of being scared of the lightening, she would harness it as a superpower!

Thus was born, Lightening Girl!

And her trusty side-kick Thunder Guy!

A few minutes with Tux-Paint and a pair of scissors, along with a quick rustle through the clothes piles, and her costume was made. Ka-pow!

You must see the close up on the special power bracelet that shoots lightening.

No, that isn’t a gangsta hand motion—it’s a sign language ‘L’ for Lightening, of course! Can you see the little lightening bolt on her wrist? She loved that.

Quickly, Lightening Girl made a yellow chest badge of power for Luc, a dark cloud with emerging raindrops and large letters proclaiming, “Ba-Boom!” I wish I could have gotten a picture of Luc in his costume, running screaming “Ba-Boom! Ba-Boom!” through the yurt, but he wasn’t having any. He is anti-photo right now, a move I totally understand.

Suddenly, the loud and scary sounds of the storm were gleeful moments to strike super hero poses. Fear had been vanquished by creativity and a sense of humor! Freedom and Fun were restored!

Isn’t that cool?

But, you may ask, was I, too, caught up in the superhero frenzy? And if so, what was my superpower? Well, I’ll tell you. I had the superpower of….Good Hair! The rainstorm and its accompanying humidity had given me Super Curls and Extra Body! Wow!

Days like that are what my hair is really like. All those other days are fluke ‘bad hair’ days. Even if there is only one day a year of Good Hair, that is what my hair really is. All the rest of those 364 days are an anomaly and have no impact on my inner hair image. I have spoken.

Luckily for all of us, the Good Hair Documentation Task Force (that would be Sophie) captured this amazing moment.

This is me pretending I’m in a shampoo commercial, grabbing a hank of my hair and saying, “Don’t hate me because I have Good Hair. Today. For five minutes.”

I promise to use my power only for good.