Super Kid

His parents made up bright orange t-shirts with their son's name superimposed over the Superman logo. They hand them out to the nurses and doctors, and now the hallway is awash with orange. We have become a team- all of us. Team Super Kid. He's circling the unit, taking us in. His team. He is glowing. "Pretty thoon people are gonna be athking me for my autograph!" he lisps in delight. Pale arms and legs jut out of his too small Sponge Bob pjs as he marches down the hall. "Meet me in my room," he commands with a tiny pointed index finger, like he owns the place. And right now, he kind of does.