And now, a point of clarification about yesterday’s reference to Cinnamon Batman. Cricket has been insisting lately that he is Cinnamon Batman. The other day, he came up to me and we had the following conversation:
C: “You can’t call me Cricket – I’m not Cricket Kauffman anymore. I’m Cinnamon Batman, so you can call me Cinnamon Batman now.”
M: “Why Cinnamon Batman? Why not just Batman?”
C: “Because I like cinnamon toast, and Batman likes cinnamon toast, so that’s why I’m Cinnamon Batman.”
If he had his way, he’d wear this for trick-or-treating, but since the high is only supposed to be around 40°F and since there’s no way we’re getting anything warm underneath that shirt, Mr. Cinnamon Batman is just going to have to settle for being Shaggy to Thumper’s Scooby Doo. 🙂
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