I took the boys to
What a weekend we’ve had

The boys and I took

The boys and I took a batch of the Cub Scout greenery that just came in downtown to Dad’s work to deliver it today. It was lots of fun. No, I mean that. Tre was adorable in his uniform, handing people their wreaths and fidgeting while he repeated, “Thank you for your order.” Max, in true middle child fashion, was alternately happy to just be along or despondent that he wasn’t the one handing out the stuff. Raphael was in his Shoopershirt, and irresistible. None of the downtown hipsters could refrain from appreciating him. Wherever we went there were big smiles and exclamations of “Look, it’s Superman! Hi, Superman!” Raphael, being naturally inclined to accept adulation as he is, would barely acknowledge them and charge on.
When we were all done and on our way home, we stopped into a Starbucks. Raphael was tired and being difficult. He kept pulling things off shelves and hitting his brothers. Poor Tre and Max were ducking his blows with remarkable good humor. The coffee guy (barista, I know, I know) looked down and saw Raphael’s Shoopershirt and cape and laughed. “Hey, man, you’ve got my cape! I’m Superman!” Raphael stopped mid-rampage and glared up at the hapless fellow. “Yoo not Shooperman! AH Shooperman!! Meanie! Stoopid!” he shrieked.
Fortunately the coffee shop was filled with youngsters who thought that was cute, not disrespectful and cheeky. They all laughed and I bowed out with my troop.
Life’s such an adventure. Especially when you travel with the likes of Shooperman.

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