Fight Evil, Always
Reggie is eight years old and today we went to the Toronto Santa Claus parade. While in transit, we had a very involved discussion about superpowers, dogs with superpowers, comic books, and what superpowers we would choose if we could.
I’m all about the flight, and she was quick to choose flight and super strength. I thought that was an odd choice - strength. Why? Because you’d be able to beat the bad guys, of course. That hadn’t even crossed my mind. “Do you have to fight evil if you have superpowers, or can you just have them and use them for whatever?” In all of her 8-year old wisdom, she shrugged, “Of course. You’ve gotta help people if you can.”
When we got to the parade route, we found the least crowded spot we could right on the corner of an intersection. The tall man standing directly in front of us was blowing cigarette smoke into the faces of all of the kids behind him and the couple on our right shot dirty looks and foul language toward everyone who tried to squeeze by them to cross the street.
I’m really proud of Reggie today. And really dismayed by the adult population.