This review will contain minor spoilers, and hint towards larger ones that any critical thinker could probably deduce. Consider yourself warned.
Man of Steel is the story of an alien, raised on Earth, to be the best person he can be. But when his own kind come looking for him, he’s got to finally put his trust in the hands of weaker–almost to the point of uselessness–former enemies. Willing to sacrifice everything he believes in for the people of Earth, this alien must triumph over evil. But at what cost?
In short, Man of Steel is the best episode of Dragonball Z I’ve ever seen.
I’ve often wondered how I should handle the “bathroom stuff” when I’m flying solo with Charlotte out in the real world. When she needs to go, obviously I need to drag her into the men’s room with me. Do I let her solo the stall right out of the gate? Obviously I should close the door, right? Could she fall in? When do I let her handle the ladies’ room on her own? What if she wants me to go in with her, but insists on using the ladies’ room? All of these questions have been floating around in my head from the moment I realized that there was at least a 50% chance that I could be fathering a girl. They popped up more and more in recent months, as potty training became more and more of a focus.
One question I hadn’t ever considered, though, was what I should do if I needed to go. That’s what happened about 5 minutes into our retail excursions one evening a few months ago.