Nathan Lane: When I was in fifth grade we had a day where we had to read to the kindergarteners. Let me tell ya, those kids knew more swear words than I did and were surprisingly cruel to each other. I couldn't believe it. I know parenting isn't easy but criminey.
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Chapter 7
Sportacus returned to the apartment a little while later to find Stephanie and Joshua enjoying themselves making dinner.
"What is that wonderful smell?" He asked knowing full well that it was the macaroni and cheese.
"That is what Joshua wanted for dinner so we made it." Stephanie smiled.
"Daddy!" The little boy shouted and ran up to his father. Sportacus scooped him up off the floor and gave him a big hug.
"Someone is in a better mood." He smiled. Joshua pinched his nose closed with his left forefinger and thumb and said,
"You smell."
"Well I love you too." The above-average hero joked as he caught a whiff of himself.
"He's right. Why don't you go take a shower and I'll throw your uniform into the washer. What were you doing anyway?" Stephanie wondered.
"I'll explain over dinner." Sportacus promised. He raced down the hall to the bathroom. Shutting the door, he stripped off his stinky clothes. Then he hopped into the shower.
Stephanie told Joshua to get the silverware out of the drawer while she got his father's clothes. Then she went down the hall and opened the door. Turning the fan on, she grabbed his stinky uniform off the tile and walked back down the hall.
"Joshua, I want you to wash up for dinner ok." Stephanie said.
"Ok." The five-year old said. He went down the hall and grabbed his stool. Joshua was still too short to reach the faucet in the kitchen. Looking around, he saw that his mother had gone out the apartment door and done to the laundry room. A big smile crossed his face.
Sportacus was washing his hair trying to get the smell of burnt food out. Bessie had somehow managed to get her and Milford's dinner on fire. When he arrived the two were busy trying to put it out without much success. Luckily, Bessie kept her cloth placemats near and Sportacus was able to put the fire out by smothering it. Unluckily, Mrs. Meanswell wasn't thrilled with the above-average hero's use of her placemat. He had promised to buy her another one before he quickly exited the Mayor's house.
Sportacus was busy thinking and washing that he didn't hear Joshua tiptoe into the bathroom. Nor did he see him creep toward the toilet. Suddenly the water pressure decreased and the temperature went through the roof.
"AIEEE!" Came the most unhero-like noise Sportacus had ever made. Joshua began to giggle and it gave away his presence in the room. As fast as he could the little boy raced out to the kitchen and began to wash his hands.
Stephanie entered the apartment to find her son washing his hands and her husband walking out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel at his waist, with a look on his face.
"What's going on?" She asked.
"Someone flushed the toilet while I was in the shower." Her husband said.
"Joshua!" Both shouted at the same time. The little boy knew he was in trouble for that.
"Why don't you go get dressed and I'll handle this." Stephanie offered. Sportacus nodded and walked down the hall to their bedroom.
"I thought I told you to do that when I was around. That way he couldn't figure out who it was." She whispered as Joshua came over to her. He was about to answer when his father spoke up.
"I heard that. I can't believe it; my own wife and son plotting against me." Sportacus pretended to be hurt. Stephanie didn't say anything and quickly she and Joshua finished setting the table for dinner.
To Be Continued…