"I… am… SUPERMAN!" A 4-year-old Eri declared with her hands on her hips. She had taken her red bath towel and tied it around her neck, letting it drape her back like a cape. Grabbing clean underwear from her drawer, she pulled it over her pajama pants.
Her twin sister, Ede, sat on the floor and shook her head.
"You can't be superman, Eri. You're a girl."
She had a toy kitchen set where she fried fake bacon and eggs. She bared her teeth and hissed, mimicking the sound of cooking oil on a hot pan. While she cooked, a plastic chicken sat inside in the small oven the kitchen set came with.
"But I want to be superman." Eri pouted. She dropped her hands to her side and turned her head to the right. "Eve, can I be superman?"
Lounging on the couch, Eve had a book propped on her thighs. She ate a bag of peanuts while reading. Her eyes stayed on the page when she answered her sister. "You can be Supergirl. She's Superman's cousin."
