Billy and Carl fought over the remote every Saturday morning to control which cartoons they watched first.
“I want Superman,” Billy demanded.
“You got to pick last week,” Carl argued.
“Well, I want to watch Superman, and I’m older!”
“Yeah…I want to watch Batman, and I don’t care if you are two minutes older.”
Their father walked in to the room, sat down on the couch, and looked at his twins fighting over the remote. He leaned back on the couch as a shadow crossed his face.
“You are not going to watch cartoons, today. You are going to get along and play outside all day until lunch. Then you are going to eat your lunch and go back outside to quietly do your chores,” their father said.
“Ah, you know what, you watch Batman. I’m not really in the mood for cartoons. I’m going to go play outside.”
Carl sighed and looked at the blank screen. “I think I’ll join you. Here Dad, you can have the remote.”
As the twins ran out the front door, Margo walked into the living room and sat down to Lamont. She looked at him and he smirked.
“You should be ashamed of yourself,” Margo said, chuckling.
“You would think they would have caught on their old man is The Shadow by now.”
They both laughed and snuggled on the couch while they watched The Avengers.
This story was inspired by the Three Things Challenge prompts: Superman, Batman, The Shadow