At first, Mom looked really excited about hearing about my work with Rubberman. She even asked me to describe my costume, which I did, albeit with not a whole lot of enthusiasm because I still thought it looked dorky and weird.
But all of Mom’s excitement and enthusiasm vanished in an instant when I told her about my encounter with the ninja. I tried to make it sound as non-scary as possible, using the most casual language to describe the ninja’s attack. Unfortunately, that seemed to make it even worse, because Mom’s eyes just grew wider and wider with fear, as if I was telling her that I’d jumped off the Empire State Building without a parachute.
“You were almost killed by a ninja?” said Mom when I finished telling her my story. She looked like she was about to faint. “On your first day
