Sure! Here’s a shorter version that keeps the spirit and key plot points intact:
I’ve never been petty—but sometimes revenge is just too perfect to pass up.
Looking back, I should’ve known something was off when my mother-in-law, Brenda, eyed our Superman family costumes and suggested we go for something more “sophisticated” for Isla’s Halloween party.
Brenda had never approved of me or Dan’s choice to run an auto shop instead of joining the family finance firm. And Isla? She was queen of passive-aggressive jabs. Still, the boys were thrilled with our matching superhero costumes, and we were ready for some harmless fun.
That is, until we arrived at the party and saw Isla’s family in matching, designer versions of our costumes. “What an unfortunate coincidence,” she said, before kicking us out under the guise of avoiding “confusion.”
Seeing my sons’ joy disappear was the final straw.
“Adventure time,” I said, and whisked them off to the downtown festival. Face paint, games, candy, laughter—it was magical. The boys declared it was way better than Aunt Isla’s party.
Two days later, I learned Isla had planned it all—bought matching costumes just to humiliate us. That’s when I got an idea.
I rented a billboard across from Isla’s estate with our smiling family photo from the festival and the words: “The Real Super Family: No Villains Allowed.”
It went viral. Isla was livid. Even her mother-in-law called it “poetic.”
Dan hugged me and said, “I’ve never been prouder to be married to a superhero.”
“Someone had to stand up to the villains,” I said, smiling as our boys played superheroes in the backyard—mixing Marvel and DC, making their own rules.
Just like we do.
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