So I took Aleks to see The Avengers last night and let me tell you, if there’s anything more rewarding than taking a twelve-year-old comic-loving kid to the cinema to see a superhero movie, I’ll eat my hat, because there isn’t. This was my fourth time seeing the movie and it only gets more awesome, I swear, especially when you have a kid sitting next to you who’s absolutely gobsmacked and staring wide-eyed at the screen.
Afterwards, he couldn’t stop talking about it and it was oh my God so cute! He also insisted to take me to the comic book store, which was fine by me. Now, I’d paid for his ticket, because well, I’m not dependent on an allowance. Look at what he got me as a thanks:
We’d been discussing our favourite Avengers, which for me is a tie between Black Widow, Hawkeye and Iron Man. Red Sonja - well, I’m a redhead called Sonja. And yes, take a closer look at that volume of Thor:
Kid knows me too well, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to resist this. But since Seth is called the ‘Serpent God of Death’, who wants to take bets on how long it’s going to take for me to want to set fire to it?