Boo! Guess what! I'm 15 now! (dances around in a circle) Driver's permit! Put on your helmets and hold onto your seats, ladies and gentlemen! Vroom! Okay, enough of that. I'm sorry this thing is so slow…no, actually, I like it this way. Much better than getting to the climax by the third chapter. Moving on! (Warning: this chapter is short, and it sux)
Violet, and Helen and Dash for that matter, were very impressed and shocked with Bob's amount of cool at the dinner table when the subject of Violet dating had been brought up. After all, this would be her first date- she'd never been "brave" enough for dating before. Ah, but later that night as he and his wife were preparing for bed, ol' Dad returned to his senses.
Bob sat on the edge of the bed in his pajamas staring at the wall across from him. "A date."
"Yesh, Bob. A dat," Helen repeated back to him as she brushed her teeth.
"It's just not right, Helen. She's fourteen. Geez, when did that happen while we're on the subject? She was just three a little while ago!"
"It happens, Bob," Helen shrugged, coming over to sit next to the man who was at least twice her size. "They grow up."
"I don't like it."
"They can't be babies forever, sweetie."
"They are in comic strips."
"Those aren't real, honey."
"Do you remember when she turned eight?"
"Yes, very well. You've never screamed like that since."
"Well, you would too if your hair was on fire! But that's not the point! I should be spending more time with the kids."
"Honey, she's just going on a date."
"A date…"
Helen just rolled her eyes and got into bed. "Goodnight, Bob."
The next few days went by excruciatingly slow. Violet was still feeling a little awkward in the new school (although no new battles with doors or lockers!). Dash was feeling horribly targeted by his new teacher; he was so confused by her inexplicable fascination with testing him, not only did he not have time to pull pranks at school, but he behaved at home as well. Furthermore, Bob was turned down for another job. Finally, he had to shelve his pride and started looking into jobs such as mailroom clerk, etc.
Helen, meanwhile, watched the papers anxiously. The debates in Congress weren't getting anywhere it seemed, and if they were, they were leaning towards keeping the supers restrictions. Worse, with McCormick in Congress giving speeches, Elastigirl had a bad feeling they might further restrictions. The only thing in the papers that distracted her from McCormick was the articles on her three children. It seemed the public had become increasingly fond of the kids, even protective in a sense. The entire city wanted to see the kids become a great group of supers. With some time, they'd be the biggest celebrities in the state. Ironically, none of the papers could settle on names for the children, hence the restlessness that seemed to sweep through the citizens (it should be added that Helen found this obsession the public had very funny). For example, one writer at the largest paper in town called Vi 'Incredigirl,' Dash 'Incrediboy,' and Jack-Jack 'The Bomb.' Another well-established writer for the same paper called the kids 'Shadow' (Vi), 'The Cheetah' (Dash), and 'The Incredible' (J-J). Also, one of Bob's favorite writers had dubbed the kids 'Vanish,' 'Speedster,' and 'Kid Whamo.' There were more, but Helen just laughed at the others.
Gah! Super short! That sux! Ah well. I couldn't think of any good supernames for the kids, so I though I'd ask. Any ideas?
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