by DC ComicsBuy Me
Your paediatrician may be convinced that your infant is a mild-mannered reporter for that great metropolitan newspaper, the Daily Planet, but what does she or he know? Yours is no ordinary infant; your infant is an Infant of Steel! Faster than a speeding tippy cup! More powerful than a plastic pedal car! Able to leap tall(ish) plush toys at a single bound!
Whatever danger threatens, simply slip the comfortable and snugly Superman Onesie with its iconic "S" insignia over your infant's rippling super-torso, snap shut the three sturdy crotch snaps (pay-phone booth changing is entirely optional), and suddenly, This is a job for Superbaby!
No longer shall the Metropolis Nursery be held in thrall to the evil genius of Lex Luthor. No more shall it bow the knee in meek and supplicant submission to the fiendish megalomania of Kryptonian warlord General Zod. In the never ending battle for truth, justice, and the American way (as well as, maybe, a splashy-warm bubbly bath and perhaps a game of tickle-tummy before bedtime), this Superbaby stands alone.