Your kid has permanent dirt stains on his knees.
You live in Lego-land.
You are familiar with superman punches, spears, and Sister Abigails.
The tie for your robe is around your son’s head more often then it is around your robe.
You end up wearing Marvel shirts.
You know the difference between Marvel and DC Comics.
Talk of butts and everything that comes out of them is normal dinner conversation.
Your living room doubles as a soccer field/wrestling ring.
Your heart is full.
A hug can change your day and lift your mood immediately.
Your life is incomplete (and quite boring) with out him.