Twin Day

Student Council had set "Twin Day" for the end of the week.  The students had paired up and were planning their identical outfits, and so had most of the staff.  I was twinless.  No one was left to pair up with me.

I've never quite understood where a lot of my ideas come from.  Whenever my wife, Connie, looks at me for the umpteenth time and declares, "Where does this stuff come from?", I reassure her that, lucky for her, I only say, or act on, a small percentage of the crap that goes through my head.

At home, early on the morning of Twin Day, I spotted my potential twin.  I don't know how, but my son's toy shouted loudly in my head, "Hulkamania's runnin' wild, brother!"

I tore through the house finding the appropriate clothing.  At school, I scrounged some craft paper and magic markers to recreate the championship belt and shirt lettering and then added the pièce de résistance - poster paint sideburns and moustache.

I'd like to be able to relate that "we" won, but the largest applause was for a couple of semi-cute grade four students who were gaudily decked out to the nines.  I think the contest was fixed.