The Boys and Comics
Sep. 16th, 2011 10:18 pm"Do we have to come here?" Maksim asked.
"What are we supposed to do?" Aran asked.
"Let's look at some of the comic books," I replied. "Here and here and here."
"I want Thor," Aran said, picking up a THOR collection that cost $40.
"How about this one?" I waved BATMAN at him. "Or this one? It has Green Lantern in it."
"No. I like Thor," Aran said.
Okay, then. Reading is reading. I steered Aran toward a cheaper collection of Thor comics and asked Maksim what he might want.
"Nothing." He shrugged. "These are kind of dumb."
I pulled a few issues anyway: HAWK AND DOVE, JUSTICE LEAGUE INTERNATIONAL, ACTION, GREEN ARROW. And Aran's THOR.
As we were heading out, Maksim said, "What are we going to do now?"
"We could get some ice cream and read comic books in the park," I said.
"No, thanks," Aran said.
"I want to do something FUN," Maksim said.
I hate to sound grumpy, but when I was nine (and fourteen), if MY dad had taken me to the comic store and said, "Get whatever you want on me, and heck, I'll get a few too," and then said, "Let's get ice cream and read them in the park," I would have expired from ecstasy. Here I was offering ice cream and comic books to my boys and they wanted nothing to do with either one.
So we went home.