My cute kid could save your cute kid from a burning building...

This weekend we drove to Duncanville for my nephew's fourth birthday. It was a Superman-themed party (the kid has good taste, and is naturally obsessed with Superman), and the kids were instructed on the invitation to come dressed as their favorite superhero. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who Georgia should dress as.



Go ahead. Tell me that isn't the cutest damned kid you've ever seen.