I never understood what the big deal was about… being normal.
From time to time, we have conversations in our household that seem perfectly normal to me, but that’s because I live here.
Later on as I think about it, not so much.
We’re nerds. Geeks. We don’t tend to like things that the normal person would enjoy. We’re not normal. And really, that’s perfectly okay. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
This week with the anticipated opening of the latest Marvel movie which I am attending on opening night (Squeeeeee!), the conversations have been centered around superheroes.
Remember, we don’t get out much.
It started with Evil Genius disagreeing with my choice of serving utensil. The ladle was in the dirty dishes, so I grabbed a great big serving spoon for our soup. He protested loudly.
“Steve Rogers wouldn’t disagree with my choice of serving utensil!” I shouted after him.
(For the layperson, Steve Rogers is the secret identity of Captain America.)
Then I totally uninvited him to the movie. Too bad I don’t really have any say in that.
It went downhill from there. By Thursday we were knee deep in superhero references. We were talking about the new movie, and pretty much every other superhero movie ever made. This somehow led to this question:
If we were to have superheroes over for dinner, who should we invite?
(This is REALLY important stuff in our house, by the way.)
The Professor right away shouts: “The Flash! Supper would be ready really fast because he’d cook it.”
(Food that is done quickly is very important to him).
So not only are we inviting them over, they’re cooking for us too?
The Princess: “I’d like Wonder Woman to come over. She’s a girl.”
(Poor Black Widow, she’s obviously a threat. No soup for her.)
Me: “Well obviously Captain America is the right choice. He would have EXCELLENT table manners.”
The Princess: “We’d have to invite Superman. He could open the pickles.”
The Professor piped up “Batman would be cool because his secret identity is Bruce Wayne.”
Me: “What does that have to do with anything?”
The Professor: “I just like Bruce Wayne. And Batman.”
He just really likes Batman.
The Princess got a very worried look on her face. “We can’t invite ALL the Avengers, because the Hulk would smash the table.”
The Professor: “But if we ALSO invited Green Lantern, he could make us a new table with his ring.”
The Princess: “But all his stuff is always green. I don’t want a new table that’s green.”
Me: “So invite a red lantern.”
The Princess: “How about a PINK Lantern. I would looooooooove that!”
The Professor: “There are no PINK Lanterns. But there are purple ones.”
The Princess: “*GASP* INVITE THEM!!!!”
The Professor: “OK, but no yellow ones, they’re evil.”
Me: “Yes I think there probably needs to be a no supervillain rule.”
(I’m secretly sad about that one, I’d totally invite Loki to my house…)
The Professor: “Some supervillains aren’t really that evil. Justin Hammer can come.”
(Secretly not sad now, Sam Rockwell can come to my house any time.)
The Professor: “I’m sure that if we invited the Green Lantern AND The Flash that they would get along very well. And Spiderman-I would love that.”
The Princess: “Spiderman? Ewwwww. He’d just walk around on the ceiling.”
The Professor: “Thor.”
The Princess: “No. No one is going to smash things. He’ll smash things with his hammer.”
(She’s really worried about this whole smashing thing, should we be concerned?)
Me: “Don’t you remember The Dark World? He hung his hammer up when he came in the house.”
The Princess: “Oh yeah! I still don’t want him to come though.”
The Professor: “Let’s invite Phil Coulson.”
Me: “He’s not a superhero, he’s a SHIELD agent.”
The Professor: “That’s okay. Agents can come too.”
In the end, the Professor was realizing his worst worry might come true if we did indeed invite all of these people over to our house. His fear: If all of the Avengers AND the Fantastic Four came over, how would Chris Evans be both Johnny Storm AND Captain America? Serious stuff.
And nobody suggested Iron Man or any of the X-Men, which is a shame…
Nobody invited Iron Man…
So there you have it, superheroes and SHIELD agents. Dinner party at my house.
On the menu: Pizza (shaped like a cat AND Captain America’s shield), Craisins, and baby carrots. And if everyone behaves, chocolate/vanilla twist ice cream from DQ for dessert.
You’re all invited, you can even bring a guest. That is as long as it’s not a super villain (except for Justin Hammer, you’re already invited).
Looks like I’m gonna need a bigger house.
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