One of my kids was born a super-hero. He climbed onto things - tables, counters, swing sets, couches. And then he jumped. He never got hurt - he just brushed himself off and climbed up again. If he wasn't climbing and jumping, he was tunneling - under tables, behind couches, anywhere he could fit. He did all of this quietly, always acting out some sort of super-hero mission.
At this climbing and tunneling time of his life, we had a goldfish. His name was Franklin. He lived on a tall table out of reach of my little super-hero.
One day my little guy had a cold. I had spent all day wiping his little nose. When I wasn't looking, he quietly made his way to the fish, climbing the tall chair as if it were the side of a building. I caught him just after he stuck his snotty little hand into the bowl to try to save the fish.
Two days later the bowl was filled with mucus and the fish was belly-up. Maybe the slime in the bowl was from something else, but we believe my little guy snotted the fish. That may have been his third super-hero power - a power terrifying enough to send villains running.
This post is part of the A-Z Challenge.