My two-year-old was injured on the playground at his preschool yesterday. Through all the tears (and there have been a lot of them in the past 48 hours), we’ve also laughed a bit, too.  When I first arrived at the school, he was screaming and holding his arm. He wouldn’t let anyone touch it. He wouldn’t even let me give it a get-well kiss.  I asked if he’d let anyone kiss his boo-boo and he immediately replied, Superman.  (Actually, he said, “Soupman,” which made me envision a man in tights with a Campbell’s soup logo emblazoned across his chest.) Continue reading Soupman to the Rescue