As I am currently getting my butt kicked every day, I am not able to blog constructively at this time. So, for my blog’s subscribers, we reblog this post by another blogger. Worth a read.
I don’t wear a cape. Or fly. Or even have x-ray vision (although that would be a nice super power to have). In fact, about the closest I feel to accomplishing anything even remotely heroic is fixing my son’s lunch in time to take him to school. 
But I recently found out that even if I don’t see myself in the role of a hero, sometimes our kids see us with a much different perspective.
I had the chance to travel to Houston recently as part of my job. And I was fortunate enough to be able to take my son with me.
Now Houston may not seem like the ideal destination. But I’ve been there a few times. It’s one of my favorite cities to visit.
And for my son . . . well, he’s never been to a city that big before. He had trouble sleeping the night before…
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