I spent /years/ thinking I was going to marry Superman and telling everyone I knew about it. Each week, I came to the dinner table with a new theory on who Superman might be. Possible identities were Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Great Pumpkin.
I never understood why Jon was always laughing at me or why Mom and Dad got this weird look on their face when I said that I was going to bring home Superman to meet them.
When I was nine, Dad sat me down and told me the truth.
I think I locked myself in my room for three or four hours that day and spent the whole time crying from embarrassment.
After that, though, I was proud that Superman was my dad.
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