no love for flying robots

I had my red robot t-shirt on tonight as I was reading Inez a good-night story. She noticed the illustration and asked me what was on my shirt. I told her it was a flying robot.

"Why do you have a flying robot on your shirt?" she asked.

"I don't know—I guess I like flying robots." I said.

"Oh. I don't like flying robots, daddy." she said.

"You don't? Why not?" I asked.

"Because," she said, "I like flying supermans!"