A few days later, on the way to a family outing, I told Bruce about my chosen super-power (which he thought was a good one, too) and told him to come up with a good name for my super-hero-self. "Cashmere."
Oh, yes! Feminine; refers to my super-abilities...fabulous!
Then Michael just had to spoil the whole thing by saying that I'd be going around shooting out counterfeit money all the time. Since when does logic have anything to do with being a super hero?! But Bruce saved the day again: he said that at the same time the money was speeding along, it would also be registered at the mint. Of course, I don't know what havoc this would wreak on the economy. But what does logic have to do with this?
So the next time you're out shopping you can think of me.
Look! There, in the check-out lane! It's a cash machine! It's an ATM!
No, it's Cashmere!
2 comments:
I think it looks like Cashmere is from Kearns High, and I only added my logic because you and Dad are constantly doing that to the superheros that I like.
She does look like she's from Kearns High--which is appropriate. But really her tights were supposed to be gold. I just don't know how to color shiny, metallic gold.
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