Much like how we recently figured out the possible roots of creepy monkey attraction, another mystery may have been solved. Have I been choosing capes, or have the capes been seeking me out? Were super things written in the genetic stars?
The evening at camp started no different than any others, or at least the same as every other bib wearing, lobster eating dinner does. I may have gently teased my mother for wearing her bib well past dishes being cleared, but could not deny that her shirt had stayed clean. However, the next time she walked out of the camp, I was taken aback...by what was on her back!
She kind of played it off like she had forgotten, and a breeze must have come up, but I have always known her to be super!