Henry is five and his love of superheroes is epic
The power of Thor's hammer! He was so excited to show me that hammer, but first he had to ask his dad to get it off the high shelf. Turns out he'd tormented his sister and lost usage rights. After a stern lecture about hammer etiquette, he got a second chance. He and the other kids at the party were tossing the hammer back and forth until it went flying over the fence into the neighbor's yard. Henry was absolutely distraught. He sat on my lap sobbing over his loss. "Are you wiping your runny nose on my dress?" "Yes." "That's what I thought." The hammer was recovered and the day saved. I too am a sucker for Thor - harking back to the perfect casting in "Adventures in Babysitting." The Thor character was a chiseled blond god and a delight to my eye. Some years after that movie, I met a woman of Norse heritage whose son was named Thor. My imagination went into overdrive and I could hardly wait to meet him. No...