Alma stood up on the bed and started jumping.
“I is Alma and I is a super star! And today… I is Alma and I is a super hero! I may saves da Honey Bees or maybe… I can gets toilet paper back on da shelves! Dere’s so many things dat I could do… I think I’ll start by…”
I interrupted her… “I have an idea of where to start, Alma.”
She stopped jumping and looked at me contently. “You do, Mommy?,” she asked.
“Oh, yes…” I said… “Super heroes keep their rooms nice and tidy! You could clean your room today.”
“Mommy, didn’t you hear me?! I. Is. Alma. And I is. A. Super star. And super stars not have to clean their rooms! I is only pretending to be a super hero! Duh!”