He bounded off the bus and grabbed my hand, heading straight for home. I could feel his grip tighten and his face grimace with a concerned concentration. Even though he was finished with school for the day, a super crime fighter’s work is never done. The real job was only about to begin.
His eyes began to narrow. There must have been trouble brewing, somewhere.
Upon opening our front door, he immediately vanished to his room, closing the door behind him. Like Superman in a telephone booth, transforming from his every day normal disguise. I trailed after, urging him along the way to remove and put up his shoes, but it was too late. There was already a shirt marking the path. Then I saw his shorts.
My son was no longer just my son. He was Super Buzz!
Ready to battle the world’s evil and take down all the bad guys. Or his bossy sister. Same thing.
In nothing but his Spiderman underwear and Batman ankle socks.
But there was still one thing missing, one item to help him glide through the air like a plane.
It’s like he couldn’t stand to be trapped in his regular kid at school alter ego for one second longer. There was a mighty superhero anxious to emerge. I don’t know about you, but I feel so much safer with Super Buzz on the case.