Slam from the left...didn't see that one coming

Conversation during the morning commute...
which was waaaaaay too long due to construction on every road to everywhere.

Mama, I think spiderman and venom can take off their masks because sometimes they want to change back into a humam, right?

That's right dude, sometimes in the movie spiderman might be peter parker and sometimes he is spiderman.

What about that white girl that's a mutant with telephon-ic powers? (that would be girl in the lab wearing a white coat who has some sort of denial issues about her ability to control others with her brain...in case you didn't know)

Well, she can't really take off a costume to get rid of her power.  She always looks human and always has her telekinetic power.

Oh.  mama, my imaginary daddy has stretch powers like the animal mechanicals.  But no brain power.

So, we leave this conversation with our ability to use our imagination intact.  And a growing sense perhaps of pretend and real.  Right?  Maybe?


During the afternoon commute.  Which was blissfully short.

mama, I want to meet spiderman.

well dude, spiderman is imaginary.  You can't meet imaginary movie characters.

last year that rabbit at the mall was in a costume.  he was imaginary.  i didn't like him but now I'm not afraid of costumes.

okay, next time we see someone in a rabbit costume you can meet the rabbit.

mama, I guess Santa Claus is imaginary and you buy all the toys?

ummm, ahhh, stutter, gasp, swear under my breath, lie to my child...repeat....

Crap.  Crappity crap crap.


And in honour of the past...