Look mummy, can you see my six-pack?
Boy G is training to be Captain America. He does sit-ups, push-ups and generally runs around the house like a boy possessed. It’s my fault; I let him watch The Avengers. Now he asks me questions like: ‘Who do you think would win in a fight between Iron Man and the Hulk?’ and ‘If Thor is a God why can’t he just wipe out everyone?’ The fact that he thinks I may even have some inkling of an answer makes him scrumptiously naïve. Anyway, since seeing the movie, he’s been determined to fine-tune his body. Now and again I’ll catch him in his room, gazing in the mirror, shirt up, looking at (or rather for) a six-pack. ‘Mummy can you see it yet?’ And I answer, ‘Well not quite yet but you’re getting there’. And with that he lies down and does a few more sit-ups. ‘What about now?’ he asks. And I say, ‘yes, I think I can see a six pack forming.’ This makes boy G smile and then he does some Captain America moves at me. It’s all a bit of a whirlwind and I end up on the ground with G on top of me. As we get up he says, ‘Mummy, can I make something that will make my hands stick to the wall?’ My response: ‘Sorry, what?’ He goes on, ‘I want to be able to walk on the walls like Spiderman.’ With a confused expression on my face, I retort, ‘But I thought you were training to be Captain America?’ Boy G says, ‘I am but Spiderman’s my best.’ Right…ummm… in that case the answer is still no; you’re not walking on my walls. Boy G reads my mind and tries to convince me with, ‘But I just need some cellotape.’ I say, ‘darling, cellotape won’t be strong enough.’ And this conversation goes on and on until he decides he’ll do some junk modeling and before I know it we’re making a Thor hammer! My goodness, are all super heroes this fickle? I think it’s pretty safe to say that this one won’t be saving the world anytime soon! (1830)