FatherSon Ventures

Building a Relationship through Adventure

Captain Underpants

Written By: Scot Butwell - Jan• 16•18

A month ago, D and I came home from Barnes & Noble with a book called The Adventures of Super Diaper Baby, and L’s response to me was: “Why would you let him buy that book?!”

Now, if you’ve never heard of Super Diaper Baby or his enemy Deputy Doo Doo, the more famous character of children’s author Dav Pilkey is a pudgy, bald superhero in a red cape and tidy whitties: Captain Underpants.

The twelve books in the Captain Underpants series, and its follow-up series Dog Man (about a half dog-half man police officer), have sold over 80 million copies over the past 20 years.

They are popular with second through gift-graders, and yesterday, L and D returned home with three books in The Adventures of Captain Underpants seriesYep, she did (after ripping me for buying Super Diaper Baby).

I think something has happened to L.

She bought a book with villains with names like Professor Diarrheastein Poopypants, The Turbo Toilet 2000, Wedgie Woman, Sir Stinks-a-Lot, and my favorite, the Bionic Booger Boy.

It’s like her brain has been kidnapped by the zombie cafeteria ladies at George and Harold’s school, and she has suddenly been given the brain of a more accepting and tolerant mother.

How else do I explain this?

The other night, D chose Captain Underpants for a bedtime story with his mom. Normally, she would have told him to pick another book, but I heard her say, “Ok, we can read one chapter from Captain Underpants and then a chapter from your devotional.”

And they read the whole book. All eighty-four pagrs, and she didn’t flinch reading lines with references to gas, poop, wedgies and barf. D looked at her as she read “fake doo doo,” and I swear I saw him pinching himself.

To make sure this wasn’t a dream.

I remember D singing “We will, we will, fart you” to Queen’s song “We Will Rock You” this past summer. And L would constantly telling him to stop. He picked it up from his friend C, and D only stopped singing it when she quit making such a big deal of it.

Indeed, something has happened to L.

The next night, L and D watched a Captain Underpants video, and I joined them as Captain Underpants jerked his pelvis in and out in an innocent manner to a theme song whilr standing on the top of a building in his tiddy whitties and red cape.

”I like Melvin Sneedly,” L said to me, referring to an antagonist of George and Harold and sidekick to Professor Poooy Pants. “I think Melvin is a good guy who is misperceivrd as a bad guy. ”

”Melvin Sneedly is a bad guy,” I shot back. “He is an accomplice to Mr. Krupp and Professor Poopy Pants.”

”Professor Poopypants knows he is evil,” she responded. “Melvin helps Professor Poopypants, but he believes what he is doing is actually good.”

I couldn’t believe we were analyzing Melvin Smeedly’s behavior to determine if he was a good or bad guy. The zombie ladies must have replaced L’s brain with a different brain.

Jokes aside, I’m not saying L has converted to “bathroom” humor, but she seems to have accepted that boys think words like poop and diarrhea are hilarious, and the Captain Underpants series is a funny, entertaining book.

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