The Father of American Comics Superheroes

That’s infuriating.

“Stop it and go home!”

Mike said with a smile, letting the kids fight and rushing toward home.

……………

Wednesday.

It is sunny day.

It is already December, even if the weather is sunny, but when the cold winter wind blows on people, it still makes people can’t help but curse in their hearts (XX).

Because of the promise to take the kids to New York, Mike pulled the boys out of their warm blankets early in the morning.

Clark obediently went to wash up, but Charles and Eric couldn’t help but yawn and retreat back into the warmth of their blankets.

Mike raised an eyebrow, walked out of the two boys room, and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Dad, what’s wrong?”

Clark poked his head out.

“Take care of them in a minute, I’ll get breakfast ready, then pack my bags and get ready to go!”

“Pack your bags?”

Clark was a little puzzled and said, “Aren’t we only going for one day?”

“Ha!” Mike laughed and said, “I suddenly remembered that your Uncle Hank gave us a cottage, and so far we haven’t visited it, and don’t you happen to be on winter break? This year’s Christmas, we’ll spend it there.”

Clark’s eyes lit up and he said, “Okay, leave them both to me!”

Mike nodded and went downstairs with peace of mind.

Clark took care of his personal hygiene with super speed and rushed into Eric and Charles’ room.

Standing in the middle of the two single beds, looking at the two men who had their heads all hugged under the covers, Clark grinned and ripped Charles’ covers off.

“Ah!”

In a pleasant scream, Charles clutched his clothes and shivered. Clark smiled at it and grabbed Eric’s quilt.

With a firm tug.

“Hmm?”

Clark looked at the motionless cup, a puzzled face, and then a closer look, a speechless face.

Only to see several pieces of shiny metal pressed around the quilt.

Clark said helplessly, “Is your ability to stay in bed? Eric!”

“I’ll just sleep for five minutes!”

Clark clasped his arms and said, “Okay, then we’re off.”

“Don’t try to trick me, Dad’s still making breakfast, not so fast!”

“You can’t afford to get up?”

“No!”

Clark grinned and said, “Then I’m not polite.”

With that, he grabbed Eric’s bed with one hand and began to turn it up and down, flip it from side to side, and then put it up.

“Barf!”

Eric shook his head, slipped out of the comforter, and flopped on the floor.

“Ha ha!”

Charles rolled on the bed holding his stomach in laughter.

Clark put the bed away, a gentle smile all over his face, and said, “You’ve only got two minutes.”

Charles and Eric sighed, but got dressed nicely.

In Clark’s hands, they had no room to bargain.

“Dad said we’re going to spend Christmas this year at the cottage Uncle Hank gave us, so you guys move fast and come up here later to pack.”

“What?”

“Why didn’t you say so earlier!”

The two boys glared at Clark.

“Ah ……” Clark turned his body, turned his back to the two boys, gave a bad smile, and said, “If I had said so, I wouldn’t have seen you screaming in agony.”

With those words, Clark walked out happily to the sound of the two boys’ miserable screams.