In addition to writing letters to congressmen and trying to foster discussion on the internet about helping polygamists in trouble, we are also considering another solution: fighting crime at night in spandex. My sister-in-law Susan Vilate and her crew stopped by to bring some of the dreaded peaches late at night a couple of weeks ago, and this is how she and her cohorts were attired.
So you can see that super heroism runs in our family. Claire is the flamboyant version of Catwoman; Grace has her mad-eye; Henry has X-Ray Defecation Power (pooping through non-porous surfaces and large numbers of layers); and I would disclose Alex's superpowers as Captain Monogamist, but then he might become a target (not that it would matter. . .bwa ha ha ha). I don't have superpowers. I just look beautiful so I can be kidnapped as an arch-villain's power play. What are your superpowers? (Or are you just the beautiful beloved, like me?)