Okay, comment.

It was always nice when he came home from college for the weekend, and they were always sad to see him go. Of course global warming had changed things, too, but they didn’t want him to worry. Dad? Mom? You’re standing in three feet of water. Why don’t you move inland? Oh, we’ll be fine. Don’t you worry about us.

Dad was irritated by his “modern” clothes – kids today, with their tight-fitting shirts! In my day, we sanded off our nipples and showed the world our hubcap pecs. But Mom told him to keep it to himself. If he was good this time and they didn’t argue about wasting his powers on solving bank-robberies - like that's fit work for an immortal - she’d put a hot dog on his crown-fork and nibble it off. And she knew how much he loved that.