So, last week, I took Younger to lunch. And as we pulled out of the restaurant’s parking lot, he announced, “Hey, Mom, I think that van said S.H.I.E.L.D. I think we should follow it.”
“If the occupants of that van are really from S.H.I.E.L.D., they will know we’re following them.”
His head spun towards me. “You know who S.H.I.E.L.D. is, Mom?”
“Uhmmm, isn’t that who IronMan and all those super guys work for?”
“Yay, Mom,” he cheered. “Well, who they used to work for. But still — Yay, Mom.”
Yeah, apparently, that is what impresses my son. That I have paid enough attention to the hundreds of conversations over the various superhero movies flooding the theaters.
Because I haven’t ever actually seen one.
And that is why I say . . .