"Mom," he sighed, "I'm pretty much the awesomest guy in my class."
"Oh yeah?" I prodded, wondering why he didn't seem pleased.
"So every day at recess, everybody is just like 'Simon! Simon!' and it's really hard to play with everyone all at the same time. I really don't like being the awesomest one."
Poor guy.
A day or so later, our cousin Milo was stung by a bee in the back yard. Simon really wished he had been there when it happened.
He told me "If I would have been there I would have just done this! (insert ninja moves and sound effects) That bee wouldn't have stung Milo!"
I'm so glad he recognizes the responsibility that comes with all that awesomeness!