My husband is a superhero because he takes time off out of his annual leave to drive the children to inconveniently timed school events.
Happiness is finding a Terry Pratchett book that you haven’t yet read.
My husband is a superhero because he worries that I might not be feeling okay.
Yesterday, I decided to watch a video that we’d recorded but that the label had bleached away, to find out what it was. We discovered that it contained a television programme that we taped in 2000 and never actually watched.
My husband is a superhero because he can wake up to sort out a domestic crisis.
My husband is a superhero. One of his superpowers is that he can use an electric drill to put up a shelf, cupboard or light fitting.