Superman For brighidestone, SGA: Rodney, Superman
By ParesThe picture was creased and dog-eared. In the photo, there was a little girl in a long pink dress wearing a tiara and an eye-patch, clutching a plastic pumpkin-shaped pail in one hand and a gaudy plastic cutlass in the other. Next to her was a small boy, maybe eight, with one hand on her shoulder. He held a sagging pillow case and was puffing out his chest, chin held high. His blue leotard and red cape were pretty eye-catching. He looked ridiculously proud of both.John glanced up and said, "Superman?"
Rodney frowned.
"What? I was eight. And anyway, the point of the picture is-- well, just look at Jeannie! She was five that year and she wouldn't leave the house until she could be a pirate and a princess."
"So?"
"So? So she wants everything her way! I don't mind telling you, it was exhausting having everyone cater to her willful ways."
John smiled down at the picture. "I just bet."
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