"...and now comes Stupendous Man, lover of liberty, foe of tyranny!"Tromp. Tromp. Tromp.
"Bubba, are you wearing shoes in the house?" I yell from the kitchen.
"...with stupendous hearing, Stupendous Man hears a cry from a distant alleyway...only Stupendous Man can save the day!!!"
Tromp. Tromp. Tromp.
"Chaguito, shoes off," I say again.
Tromp. Tromp. Tromp.
"Mom," she sing-songs from the kitchen table, "...he's got his rainboots on," his sister rats.
"Santiago Gaél." I hands-on-hips him. "Now."
"Ah," he says, his index finger raised high into the air, "...just as I suspected, foiled by my evil arch nemesis, Mom Lady and her ever-nosy sidekick, Sister Girl!!"
"March, Stupendous Man. Shoes in the garage please."
Three minutes later, he walks back into the kitchen in just his white t-shirt and boxers.
"Whoa. What happened, Stupendous Man? Whatcha doin' in your chones?" I ask.
"Well, as you know, by day, I'm just Mild-Mannered Playboy Santiago."
And then I don't really know what happened next because I think I passed out from the laughter.
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