I don’t think anything gives a parent more pleasure than driving their children crazy. At least for me anyway.
This weekend I drove my youngest son to the brink of madness. And it was AWESOME.
It started with a conversation about Superman. Earlier I had read an online article about how Superman’s skin should actually be dark as he derives his energy from the sun. The argument then went on to state that Superman should actually have brown or black skin. Now, one would think that my son, the AFRICAN, would embrace this idea.
Not so much.
Quite frankly, the thought of that blew his mind.
We argued back and forth for quite some time. He yelled that changing Superman would alter all the comics for the last seventy years. I yelled that they had changed Green Lantern to a darker toned person… my son grew angrier and said that Green Lantern was NOT a major superhero… I said to tell that to Green Lantern… I accused HIM of being a superhero racist…He told me I was IMPOSSIBLE…and that if I wanted to change superheroes so much, what about BATMAN?? COULD BATMAN BE BLACK???
I replied probably not because Batman was rich and had a butler (and then I cracked up…waiting for his wrath…)
This drove him blind with fury and he accused ME of being a racist…
For the record, neither one of us is racist. Just to be clear.
And shortly after this heated exchange my husband drove my son to the comic book store to buy the new Black Panther comic (which I looked through quickly just to make sure it wasn’t pornographic, only to have my son inform me that it wasn’t and tell me the name of the graphic novel that was. Good to know that he knows these things. Sigh…)
If you have children, go have a debate with them. Make them stand their ground. Drive them a little bit crazy. It will make them critical thinkers and maybe develop a sense of humor. It will also be a bit fun for you…
Later that night we all watched the “Captain America”movie, blanket pulled up, arms all over each other.