I know it sounds bad but sometimes I
forget that I'm a father. I know that I win Sexiest Man Alive pretty
much every year, I'm the most powerful human to ever exist ever, and
the coolest person you know. Johnny Panic. Hello. Is that a new
shirt? No? Well, it looks great. The blue really brings out the love
your have for me in your eyes. Don't deny it. I don't care. You know
its true, so accept it.
“Do you have everything?” Ronica
asks me while I pack Milly's bag for the day...which I will
immediately toss on the roof when I leave. I put in a spare pair of
clothes. You'll find out why later. Some snacky nyum nyum's. And
juice. That's all a kid pretty much needs in life. Ronica goes
through the bag and removes everything I packed and puts in stuff
adults thinks kids need to survive. She knows Milly is tough but she
has no idea how tough. Because I'll never tell her. She'd kill me if
she knew the crazy shit me and our baby have done so I could find out
just how strong she is.
We've flown into volcanoes, stopped
bank robberies, put a fire out in an orphanage which is the cheesiest
superhero thing I've ever done, bitch slapped sharks, and the most
dangerous of all...drank water in India. Trust me. I had a hard time
explaining to Ronica why our daughter was peeing out of her butt for
three days. I blamed it on her moms muffins. Milly is just over 1
years old and has shown more abilities than I did at her age. I was
about 7 when I first flew. All the other cool shit came later. Milly
can fly. Well, if I'm being honest its more like floating. You take
her off her string and she'll just go straight up. She can't be hurt
in any way we've discovered. She has my sonic scream. And she laughs
in the face of danger.
Like right now.
