Some of you have been asking me to tell you about my super-powers. Which is cool, but they’re really not all that great. I mean, I don’t get what’s so exciting about them. And I’m kind of worried about what will happen when people find out. So, as a kind of build-up to THE BIG REVEAL (which won’t be all that dramatic or impressive, so don’t get your hopes up), I’m going to do some entries about my family.
Starting with JP, my little brother. Or my ‘Brittle Other’ as he would say. I like JP a lot and sometimes I babysit him when Mum and Dad go out for dinner and things. Other times I babysit him even when Mum and Dad are at home. They tend to get distracted by adventures and kind of leave us to our own devices. Not all the time. But it happens.
Anyway, the cool thing about JP is that he is cute and happy and funny and really clever, for a little guy. The ‘super’ (gah, I hate that word) thing about him is that he can fly. But he doesn’t have a huge amount of control over it. Because he’s only little (I mean, his bike still has stabilisers on it), he’s only learning. But there are no super-power stabilisers to keep you (and other people) safe until you’re fairly sure nothing will go wrong when you use them. I wish there were. We’d all be wearing them.