Nolan and Liam are using chalk to draw bats on the front stoop. An emergency vehicle is passes by (probably going to the hospital that is two blocks away) with sirens blaring, somwhere we can here a dog bark.
“Is the dog stuck in the fire?” Nolan asks.
“I don’t think so,” I say. “I think the sirens are making him bark.”
“If he is, the fireman will have to get him out.”
“Yes, if he is the firefighters will get him out.”
“I hope no kitties are stuck,” Nolan says.
“The firefighters can get kitties too,” I say.
“If not, Superman will fly in and save the kitty.”
“Yes, of course.”
“Batman can jump,” he starts.
I shake my head at him. “If you were suck in a fire who would you want to save you, Batman or Superman?”
“Superman,” he says without any hesitation. “He can fly.”
“Ha,” I say and point at him. “That’s because Superman is better.”
Also, I accepted an offer from the Dream Job.