The Adventures of SandalMan

Sometimes I have to work to create these stories. Then, there are failed nap attempts, where my 3 year old writes the stories for me. This is the latter.

We gave Tom a new pair of slip on sandals, so after soccer games he could kick off his cleats, and ride home in sandals. (Soccer is one of those stories I’ll have to compile after a couple more practices and games 😉 )

We lead Tom upstairs to get what we now call a rest. He won’t take naps, unless he’s literally so tired that he passes out, so we make him go upstairs, sit in his bedroom for 30 minutes, set a timer, and then go up and get him. It gives him time to unwind, and more importantly gives us 30 minutes to TRY and straighten the house.

The kitchen timer went off, and I called over the monitor that he was released from his room. Tom didn’t come down, instead it was our city’s great defender…
SandalMan
Before my eyes there was a 38″ superhero. His forearms protected by brand new, gloriously sparkling slip on sandals. There was a pair of jeans pulled over his head, disguising his facial features, while he made sure to mention his underwear was sticking out a little, because that was most certainly part of SandalMan’s uniform.

But, not only did I get to see SandalMan in all of his glory, I also was informed of his amazing superpowers. You see, SandalMan, when his jean mask is pulled over his entire face, has a voice that resembles a growl. This is to intimidate bad guys. However, when it isn’t pulled all the way down, he has a regular voice, not too far off from my son Tom’s. This is to reassure all the good people that he won’t hurt them, so they aren’t afraid.

His hands, via his sandals, are also able to stick to things. He can stick things on his hands to pick them up, and he can climb up walls. However, these are completely thought through powers, since his feet don’t have sandals, he’s unable to use his feet to climb buildings. This implies he has above average to super strength in his arms, but I wasn’t able to inquire about the limits of SandalMan’s upper body strength.

He also informed me, much to my delight in looking at a messy toy room, that one of his superpowers was cleaning up really fast. Unfortunately he found bad guys to go after, or something, because I wasn’t able to convince him to actually show me this superpower.

Before long, he was telling me that my son Huck was ACTUALLY a superhero named Bodji. Bodji’s power was that he could kick toys at bad guys. When I asked if that would hurt Bodji’s feet, SandalMan informed me if the toys hurt his feet, then he could just kick air at them, and knock the bad guys over.

It’s been a couple weeks since I interacted with SandalMan. I haven’t seen him since, but he has a fairly strong mythos created around him already. I wouldn’t be surprised if I saw him again. But I believe he’s out there, fighting crime in our neighborhood with Bodji by his side.