I want the best for my children. What parent doesn’t?
So, as a parent, I am forced to ask myself, what is the best I can provide for my kids that also has a commercial upside for me?
The answer is surprisingly simple and obvious:
Make them superheroes.
They fight crime, stop evildoers, and I make a fortunate on the interview and lecture circuit.
Not to mention the tell-all biographies.
So, easy question to answer.
Not-so-easy answer to implement.
Sure, there’s the Batman model, where you let your young child witness your murder, thus driving him or her to a life of crime-fighting.
I can think of at least one drawback to this approach.
OK, two. In addition to the expensive therapy, this technique requires me to die.
I am way too selfish and self-absorbed to die.
In fact, I plan to avoid shuffling off altogether once I find the Fountain of Youth. Only I’m not so youthful anymore – anyone got any tips on a location for that? I need to find it in a hurry.
But back to the best for my kids.
Dying off and condemning them to years of painful psychiatric treatment just doesn’t strike me as the best approach. Plus this method doesn’t give them any superpowers either.
I tried to get a source of gamma radiation, but that led to an awkward conversation with a bunch of touchy FBI agents.
They show up at your door at like 5am with an armed team and an attitude and start demanding to know why you want something that gives off gamma rays.
And then I remembered what my high school gym teacher always used to tell me.
OK, yell at me. Repeatedly. As I tried in vain to climb that damn rope.
“Ya see that? It’s the Ruskies! There they are, just on the horizon! Boy are we in trouble with you lot!”
And, more helpfully, “Build that muscle memory! Then you won’t have to think about it and you’ll just do it!”
If I get my kids started early enough, I can train their muscles to make them superheroes.
Which is why I started early with the training program.
One of my kids loves Spiderman, so I’ve got him on the wall crawling regimen.
It’s great. He loves it, never complains. Actually asks for the sessions.
The other one is a Batman freak, but since Batman doesn’t have any superpowers, I put that kid on the flying program.
This is not so great. As he’s ‘flying’ around, all he does is whine about wanting a utility belt and a cable gun.
I don’t have high hopes for that one.
Here is some early test footage:
You can bet your top, middle, and bottom dollars that I don’t torment my kids with threats of Ruskies looming on the horizon. That’s so 1980s. I use Al Qaeda – much more topical.
If things continue to go well, I’ll be moving to Stage 2 soon, which involves a catapult for the flying and a visit to the roof of the Empire State Building for the wall climbing.
I firmly believe in the “Sink or Swim” school of, well, schooling.
No, no, please, don’t say anything. Step back. Sit down. You don’t have to thank me. Knowing my kids will grow up to save the world is reward enough.
Well, that and all the money I’ll make cashing in on their fame.
By the way, anyone got a source for good but inexpensive catapults?
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Marlowe and the Spacewoman: