My Dad’s Superman
When we’re little, we think our parents can do anything — then we find out who they really are
“The End”
I typed the last words of my Creative Writing project, saved the file and powered up my GameBoy.
Mom’s voice floated up the stairs. “Are you finished yet, Kev? It’s almost ten-thirty.”
“Just done, Mom.”
Dad called from the living room. “Kev? Lights out. No video games.”
Arliss snickered. “Busted.”
“Shut up, Arliss.” Arliss is my annoying kid brother. We share a bedroom, but once our older brother, Jon, goes to college, that’ll change. I’ll move into Jon’s room and leave Arlis to his superhero comics and gum wrapper collection.
Arliss grinned. “I told you Dad can see through walls. He has X-ray vision.”
“Oh sure. Next thing you’ll be telling me Dad’s an alien. Knothead.”
Arliss looked at me kinda funny. Then he grabbed a comic book and rolled over. Pulled the covers over his head.
I saw his flashlight come on. I wasn’t sure if he thought I couldn’t see the glow, or he just didn’t believe I’d tell on him. Either way, he was safe tonight. I had other fish to fry.
