The first words I heard from Davey this morning as he walked into our room and climbed into bed were – well, I don’t actually remember because I was still half asleep,  but it had something to do  with Thor.

He can sit on his bed and spend a very long time looking at this:

It’s a Marvel poster that David has probably had for 20 years.  It’s got every possible Marvel superhero and supervillain (or every one in existence 20 years ago.  Do they add new ones periodically?)

Davey studies the poster carefully.

He finally focuses on a certain guy:

“Mommy, will you tell me a story about Captain America?”

I try.