Thanksgiving with the Superheroes

This Thanksgiving was not exactly a Norma Rockwell moment for any of us.

To be kind to Mrs. Callahan I could say that her lack of a traditional Thanksgiving meal was due to her being mad at us (and by "us" I mean Mickey) for burning down her barn but honestly I don't think that she ever had any intention of putting on the traditional Thanksgiving feast. So instead of roast Turkey with dressing and mashed potatoes with gravy and all of the other accoutrements we were served their canned and boxed equivalents from the pantry in the pit. Add to that the fact that my parents and the rest of the Guild of Heroes is somewhere fighting for their lives and the survival of the Earth from an interdimensional warlord named Xzbytb and that describes a Happy Thanksgiving when you're the son of a superhero.

It doesn't really matter. I lost my appetite anyway when one of the trouble twins turned into 3 foot slugs right on the dinner table.

Mrs. Callahan wouldn't even let us outside after dinner to play football.