A bright summer sun shone on the children playing in the suburb street. Their play echoed through the neighborhood. "Let's be superheroes!" rang into the bathroom where Allen slouched under the shower of hot water. After every motion, he paused, unable to focus on the work ahead of him. "I'm super fast!" came in through the open window, as Allen scrubbed his skin. Ms. Grommel was after him for another revision on the proposal. And he couldn't keep his mind on the lawn care product or how to sell it to suburban homeowners.

"My power is building giant machines and controlling them!" called someone else outside. As he washed his hair, Allen's mind wandered. He imagined super lawn service, superheroes flying down from the sky and using their Selectoxin vision to kill the weeds but leave the lush grass untouched.

Toweling off, he put on shorts instead of slacks, and a t-shirt instead of a business shirt. Slipping on shoes, he walked out his front door. Tying the corners of the towel around his neck so it hung down his back, he shouted "I can fly and I have poison vision!" and he flew out to join the superhero team.