This is a conversation between my 11 year old and I the other day.

Anya: Do you ever get really angry?

Me: Yeah, sometimes. I think everyone does. Why?

Anya: When I get angry, I just wish I could breathe fire, or shoot spikes, or grow claws and rip everything up. But I can't, >sigh< so I just have to settle for being cranky...

I'm finding myself very grateful that she's not blessed with superpowers. I don't know how Superman's parents dealt with stuff like temper tantrums. How do you get a kid to take a nap when he can FLY right out of his crib? How can you ground him from the TV if he can use his X-ray vision to watch the neighbor's set? By all rights, he should have grown up to be a Superbrat. I think we all owe the Kent family a round of applause for how well he turned out!

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