Her rhubarb goes right through him like kryptonite thru a goose.
So basically, he’s standing there yelling “Hope Mom’s got something great for dinner!” at the top of his lungs. If she didn’t before, she’s probably rushing to create all his favorite foods now, out of fear for what he might do otherwise.
On an entirely unrelated note, Mike… how’s the book selling?
(Your book, I mean. Not the 1970s Superboy series.)
Mike, you’re consistently disturbing. Keep up the good work!
For the record, you are also disturbingly consistent.
The origins of Greg Land’s oeuvre!
Maybe I’m a little off-plumb, but the forehead wrinkles, eye-crinkles, and mouth shape all signify “start of a yawn” to me, making the timing a little off but the expression not completely inappropriate.