So there's a bit of an obsession with Batman in my house. Don't know if you can pick up on it from the picture above. However, it hadn't really spread to all aspects of our house until Tom (that's him on the far right) picked up a large, yellow, toy canoe in the bathtub and said, "Look, Mommy. Batman!"
When was Batman ever in a yellow canoe? I wondered to myself. "Really, Tommy? Batman?" I asked distractedly as I finished shampooing his hair and moved on to the next head in line.
"Batman!" He insisted, waving the canoe closer to my face. "Nana, Mommy!"
O.k. Batman in a yellow canoe with bananas. I couldn't let that one pass. I stopped shampooing his brother in order to focus all my attention on Tom. Otherwise, how would I get any sleep that night? "I don't get it, baby" I apologized, tapping the canoe. "What does this have to do with Batman?"
"Nana, Mommy," he said again.
"O.k. -- I think I get this part. The canoe looks a lot like a banana." He smiles and wiggles his eyebrows to let me know I'm on the right track. "Great. But what does that have to do with Batman, honey?" I plead.
Nodding to the beat, Tommy begins to sing a quite recognizable rendition of the theme song to that old sixties camp television show with Adam West as Batman. And since there were no lyrics, what do we all sing instead? Nana, nana, nana, nana. Nana, nana, nana, nana. Batman!
It seems so obvious now, doesn't it?
