“I’m a WHAT ?” I asked.
“You’re, a super hero, darling.” My mother said, calmly.
I laughed. This was their idea of a joke- something to take my mind off my first day jitters.

“I can’t be a super-hero, I don’t have any latex jumpsuits” I joked.

“Latex?” My father looked up at my mother. “You’ve been putting the girl in Latex? Everyone worth their salt is wearing spandex!” He said.

“It shows what you know! Spandex doesn’t breathe! You’ve got to wear more natural fibers!”

“Natural Fibers? You’re turning Senile! You’re afraid of spandex, because you’re physique has caved under the weight of too many Whoppers!”

“YOU don’t have room to talk! The only power you can still control is super suction when you’re gulping down a milkshake!”

“They’re protien shakes, and they keep me trim!”

“Would you two stop bickering- just for a second, so you can explain this to me?” I pleaded. “Are you actually serious?”