I was talking to my two youngest cousins about Halloween and I told them I was going to Robin Boy Wonder for Halloween.
But I changed my mind and said “No, I’ll be Nightwing!” and my four year old cousin tells me that he’s sure that Nightwing is actually a boy. I somehow felt some nice family pride right then because most people would just give me a blank look. Whatever, he is now Squirrelboy and I’m going to call him that for the rest of his life.
A little boy about 6 years old that I was sitting next to when I saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 looked up at his mother and said, ‘Mummy, why is that girl crying?’ The mum looked at me and replied, ‘Because sweet heart, this movie is what she grew up with. She was there when Harry got on his broom for the first time and is still here while he is finally defeating Voldemort. This movie series is her childhood. You won’t understand for a couple of years what this movie means to her…’ The boy tapped me on the shoulder and said, ‘It’s okay ‘cause when I’m your age and I understand, I will find you and give you a hug.’