Destroy came tearing around the living room corner, slip-n-sliding face first into the kitchen island – a less coordinated Risky Business move across the hardwood floors in Batman socks and Avengers Underoos.
There was a pause, as my little superhero decided whether to resume his reign of destruction or scream bloody murder. “I’m ok!” he decided before taking off again toward the certain doom of a Lego strewn floor. Continue reading