Last night my wife and I took our daughter to see Marvel Universe Live. My wife thinks it’s a good idea to tell her about these things early so she asks if we are going for a month straight. She also found a bunch of costumes used on her Facebook mother’s group, which was nice because costumes are about a kidney each new. The bad news is my daughter on Monday wanted to be a turtle (we have no turtle costume), Tuesday the Hulk, Wednesday Thor (we have no Thor costume), and finally, thankfully settled on Spider Man.
It was full throttle sugar. She needed it though, bouncing around the whole time yelling each superhero’s name as they showed up. I was in shock about the $9 wine I got for my wife that was smaller than a buzz ball. I needed the Green Goblin to bust in and rob the beer cart.
There were explosions, lights, dirt bike flips and more action than a bar fight, but Dada’s favorite part is that we got a good parking spot! I’m getting old. Please send help. In all seriousness, my daughter didn’t pick Captain America to wear, so we have some serious faulty parenting to work on or she is probably going to be in jail by seven. I’ll have to step up my parenting/brainwashing/indoctrinating skills.
