The Unfortunately Very Good Superhero

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"My dada is a supervillain!" The toothy four year old says with chubby cheeks and an almost comical coiffed curl. All the other daycare children gather around him. "He's the biggest, baddest, worstest person in the city!" He cackles- surprisingly well for his age range- maniacally.

The daycare workers look at him with concern. "Timmy, that's not very nice to say about your father..." they glance at each other, "But out of curiosity, who is your dada?"

"My dada is Joey! He said last night, he burned down the Capitol so he could take over the city!"

"Ah! You mean Mr. Ultimate! Your dada isn't a supervillain, he's a superhero! This fire exposed the poor mainframe structural problems of the Capitol- these big contractors were lying and using cheap materials. Honestly, no one died in this fire and if this hadn't been exposed, who knows how many people who have died if it collapsed," one daycare worker said cheerfully, "Isn't that great! Your dada isn't an evil supervillain!"

Timmy's eyes welled up with tears and mouth turned into a frown. "Dada... dada is a supervillain!" He wailed and started screeching on the floor.

The daycare workers looked at each other once again, speechless.