I proudly wear a cape.

No, I am not spending my nights fighting the city’s criminal underbelly with a slew of gadgets, or flying through the air faster than a speeding jet or anything like that. I proudly wear a cape that is far more rewarding that bringing criminals to justice — it is that of fatherhood. 

Now, my superhero escapades are far more mundane than thwarting a bank robbery or a terrorist attack.

I display my heroism to my nearly 4-year-old daughter by trimming back the rosebush so it doesn’t scratch at her window at night and scare her. Or by making pancakes and scrambled eggs for breakfast or giving her a horsey ride to bed every night.

Like most fathers, there are moments of doubt when we wonder if we are doing the best job we can. But then Father’s Day weekend-week happens.

The past week was filled with little joys as my daughter brought home art projects in celebration of the holiday, like a paper plate made to look like a goldfish with the words “you’re a great catch.” The week concluded with my daughter taking me out on Father’s Day, where she paid for lunch and our field trip — a movie to go see the “superheroes” as she called them. 

The movie, of course, was “The Incredibles 2.”

A highlight of the week, though, came courtesy of a little photocopied form titled “All About My Dad,” where my daughter filled in the blank to particular statements. Her answers were sweet and hilarious and sometimes both at the same time.

Even though I will be turning 40 years old this year, she believes I am only the ripe age of 3. Now this may be a lack of understanding of time and aging, or it could be that I have started to age backwards akin to Benjamin Button. Either way, I will take being considered younger than I actually am.

Her response to the question of my job? “To tuck me in bed and read a story,” which of course melted my heart. “What I love to eat?” Sandwiches. Everything from tomato sandwiches to BLTs to bologna sandwiches all are staples in the household. I love sandwiches so much that I am pretty sure our stock portfolio has bread company options.

The kicker of the little sheet was her responses to the following questions: “What I am really good at it and when I am happy.”

My daughter wrote that I was really good at “cleaning the floor and petting my dog.” The first thought that crossed my mind was “I must be spending a lot of time cleaning our floors” and “how dirty are our floors?” Then her response to when I am happy was when “he cleans the floor.” 

Not watching sports or movies on TV or eating all those sandwiches — nope, it is cleaning floors.

So to recap, to my daughter, I am a 3-year-old professional tucking-in-the bed specialist-storyteller who loves to eat sandwiches, is an expert of cleaning floors and petting dogs and is the most happy when cleaning the floor.

There was another answer on the sheet which read “He is SUPER because he loves me.”

And that is why I wake up every day and proudly put on the cape. Even though I might need to use it as a rag to clean the floors.

RAYMOND PARTSCH III is managing editor of The Daily Iberian.