August 15th, 2007 by Jennine

 

While sorting through closets today, trying to discern what should be tossed before adding new school clothes, the kids happened upon their Halloween costumes. They immediately, and with great enthusiasm, tried them on and paraded around the house for each others pleasure.

And pain.

Apparently wearing a Superman costume gives permission to do hurtful things to one’s siblings. I found Logan pinning his older
brother to the ground while dangling a wad of spit from his lips.



“Um, excuse me. When did Superman ever use his super strength for evil?” I asked, ready to put an end to the scene.

“Danny told me it looks like I’m wearing a diaper. He deserves it!” Logan retorted.

“He said that?? Well then, by all means…spit away.”

“Mommm!!!” whined Danny, “You can’t say that!”

“Sure I can. You said he was wearing diapers. How do you think that makes Superman feel?”

As I left the room and returned my attention to the closets, I overheard Danny’s solution:

“LOGAN! I have kryptonite farts and you are about to DIE!”