Caleb has used it so much that it is ripped, torn, stained, and won't even tie around his neck anymore. But the worse the suit has become, the more he has grown to love it. I'm sure that one of our favorite memories, years from now, will be Caleb, throwing his arms and one leg back, pausing dramatically, and then "Whooshing," into the next room, cape billowing out behind him as he fights crime in our Wisconsin home.

While Caleb is Batman, Connor, his one-year-old brother, is Robin the Boy-Wonder. I don't think Connor likes being Robin, as it usually means being ordered around, but Caleb makes him his sidekick anyway. The Dynamic Duo run around the house letting bad guys know that crime doesn't pay, stopping only to let Connor take drinks from his tippy cup when he gets thirsty. We couldn't find a Robin costume, so Connor has to settle for Caleb's old hand-me-down Superman outfit from his first Halloween. Don't anyone dare tell him! He'll figure it out soon enough...

My son and his alter ego have become inseparable. Two months ago I took him to a birthday party for one of the high school girls I coach in basketball. My wife was gone for four days, and so I took both him and my youngest son Connor to the party with me. Halfway through the night, Caleb disappears upstairs for a few minutes. Suddenly, I look up. There stands my offspring with his hands on his hips, and a smile on his face. Oh yeah...and a very used and abused Batman costume on. He had hidden the suit in his LEGO's bag and smuggled it into the party.

"I'M BATMAN!" he yelled, and then proceeded to run down the stairs to impress the sixteen or so high school girls in the living room below. My players ooohed and aaahhed at him, and then started giggling. When he got to the bottom of the stairs and turned around, the giggling turned into outright laughter.

"Caleb could you turn around for Daddy?"

He turned around for me and I saw right away why the girls had started laughing. The back of his suit was so torn, that his naked buttocks were hanging out.

"Caleb, where is your underwear?" I calmly asked.

"I took it off before we left the house Daddy!" he proudly replied. Then he turned and showed all the girls his bare buns. He looked just like a patient in the hospital who had forgotten to tie the back of his gown. I didn't know that part of my parental duty was to make sure my offspring had the proper undergarments on before taking him out into public. Anytime my wife leaves me totally in charge of my children, I learn something new.

Caleb didn't like that the girls continued to giggle at him, so he went upstairs and put his regular clothes back on. But five minutes later he had his suit back on, and was showing his Bat-Buttocks to the world. Finally, I made him go put his clothes back on, before he lost all his dignity, and I my coaching job, for super hero nudity at a team function.