It's a bird, it's a plane

The air was cool and calm.  The only wind came from the whooshing speed of the blur flying by.  Was it a bird?  Was it a plane? No!  It was Superman!
The little four year old boy stopped running around in a circle and placed his hands, balled into little fist, on his hips and puffed his chest out.
“Dun da dun,” could be softly be heard humming in the air as he hummed Superman’s theme song.
“Up, up, and away,” the boy shouted as he jumped into a run, his balled fist above his head as he ran, no, flew, around in circles in the front yard.
A car drove up and a man got out, walking toward the chain link fence.  The boy stopped suddenly, his hands going to his hips once more, his feet rooted firmly to the ground, shoulder length apart.  He watched the man in uniform walk closer and closer.
The dogs next door began to bark loudly as they ran toward the man, their mortal enemy.  The fence kept them from ripping him to shreds.
“Have no fear citizen, no harm will come to you,” the boy stood taller, his chest puffed out as far as his small framed skinny body could allow.  “I’ll protect you.”
“And who are you,” the man asked with a smile on his face.
“I’m Superman,” the boy boasted.  “I’m faster than a speeding bullet.  I’m more powerful than a locomotive.  I can leap tall buildings in a single bound.”
“Thank you Superman,” the man said as he placed the mail into the boxes for the whole block.  “You better put some clothes on before your mother gets mad.”
The boy looked down at himself.  His bright dark red rain boots, his red underoos, a white bath towel he had just pulled off the clothes line, wrapped around his neck, tied and retied as he ran in circles in the front yard.
The sound of a screen door slammed shut snapped the boy back to where he was.  With his super hearing he could hear footstep after footstep as they approached the backyard.
“Up, up, and away,” I said quickly, fear in my voice, as I flew around in circles, hoping to escape the wrath of my mother.