When my wealthy sister-in-law Isla spotted us arriving at her extravagant Halloween party in matching Superman costumes the same theme she’d secretly chosen for her own family she smirked and kicked us out, saying, “We can’t have two Superman families.

It would confuse the guests.” I saw my boys’ excitement vanish, so instead of arguing, I took their hands and said, “We’re going on an adventure.” We spent the evening at the town Halloween festival playing games, winning prizes, drinking hot chocolate, and taking photos that captured pure joy.

A few days later, a friend told me Isla had bragged about the whole scheme, calling us a “discount superhero act.” That’s when I got my revenge. I rented a billboard right across from Isla’s mansion featuring our festival photo with the words: “The Real Super Family: No Villains Allowed.”

The neighborhood buzzed, social media lit up, and even her own relatives admitted it was “deliciously appropriate.” My boys beamed when they saw it, and my husband whispered, “I’ve never been prouder of my superhero wife.” In that moment, I realized Isla could keep her mansion and her designer costumes. We already had what she never would a family that was truly super.