After Superman spent a long 13 days away from us, he took the rest of last week off.
I think he was hoping for a vacation, but I told him that the Bible says if you don’t work, you don’t eat.
Then I cracked my whip over his head, said ‘get busy and I don’t know about you but I’m eating fried chicken for supper’.
It’s true except for the whip and the fried chicken.
And lest you think I’m a total tyrant, he did get his required ‘union’ break…as long as he kept on working.