The little boy flew through the women’s locker room wearing only a bath towel for a cape. “I’m Superman!” he yelled as he went running back and forth stopping before a long mirror at one end.
“I’m pretty cool, huh? How do you like those, huh?” he asked his reflection thrusting his pelvis forward. He is flexing his baby biceps, posing for a supposed audience.
All the gals in the locker room are amused by the display of his male bravado. “Wonder where he gets that from?” one of the gals asks smiling broadly at the boy’s mother.
“Daddy!” another gal says as a matter of fact.
“That’s right!” his mama says clarifying the whole situation.
“Your gonna have to get him a red cape,” a gal in the corner says….” and maybe some pants?” All the women laugh. “The kid is going to be quite the charmer when he grows up.”
