Letters from SuperMoms

Apologies and thanks to the artists who created the mentioned superheroes.)


Dear SuperSon,
Our Dear Doctor Buckswell suggests that the SuperFamily all be checked for Kryptonoids. Our hearts itch for you. The speed of light isn't getting any faster, Son, so come see your mom and dad. We are only as far away as your thoughts. Love, Mom. PS: Do you have any Superbabies yet, or can't you find a woman who can handle it?

Dear Barney,
Why don't you eat some of those juicy little two-legged animals that hang out around you? Are they too dirty? If you don't use your teeth they will become extinct, and so will your fat purple ass. And please watch out for the bog. It's so sticky, and you know what happened to your cousin. I just love your little brain, Mom.

Dear Wile E. Coyote,
Have you thought about chicken as a part of your diet? You are getting so skinny chasing that roadrunner, and I don't think there's enough meat on that smartass bird to feed a puppy. You're not doing all that just to impress some bitch, are you? I wish the network would stop showing those films of you falling off the cliff. Come home for a real meal sometime, will you? Mom.

Dear Peter,
I'm missing a green and yellow basket of eggs. I'm getting so forgetful in my old age. Did I leave it in somebody's yard? I so look forward to egging some nog with your grain. Hop on by anytime, Mom.

Dear Porky,
It's great to see you hamming it up with the Hogs. We don't doubt your athletic ability, so go out there and do your best. You are such an important part of the football team. We love you, but your dad and I are tired of seeing you get kicked around all the time. Th-th-that's not all, Your Folks.