Last night, while indulging in dinner by myself, my nine-yr-old brother jumped in front of the electric fan with a pink towel on his back. Then, he spread out his arms with the towel behind him, and cried out, "I'm Superman!!"
With the billowing effect on his "cape".
Oh brother.
My li'l brother has inherited a wild imagination- I think it's because of watching too much TV.
He played some more in front of the fan before I told him that Superman usually has a six-pack than baby fats. Then I sent him off to shower.
It's a blimp- it's a pelican- oh wait, it's just my li'l bro.
