this here is the mister. today is his birthday.
we don't have much photographic evidence of him, as he practices self-vanishment whenever a camera emerges. [i nabbed a series of shots, however, whilst making a photobook for our littlest guy, so here we go: proof that the mister exists.] [and that he's pretty cute, too.]
for his big day, the smallish folk and i collaborated on a mad lib in his honor. the kiddos supplied the series of adjectives, plural nouns, colors, verbs ending with -ing, etcetera, resulting in this gem of a tale:
By day, he is a mild-mannered and marvelous citizen, but by night our dad is none other than the legendary superhero Green Super-Snout. While the townspeople of Mars are fast asleep in their TVs, Green Super-Snout roams the rooftops, looking for any sign of the ever-suspicious hot dogs.
When he spots the nefarious hot dogs, Green Super-Snout stuns them with his fuzzy hula skirt, traps them with his mega-smelling powers, or--when he’s had a long day and just wants to get the crime-fighting over with already--apprehends them with his bare torso.
Only when the hot dogs are safely behind bars does the heroic Green Super-Snout pause for a nap and a quick bite of apple pie and a Big Mac to refuel. The citizens of Mars may never realize just how fortunate they are to sleep safely under the creamy eye of our brave, humongous father.
happy birthday, babe. you are all kinds of super in our book.
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