As any mom to young sons can probably claim, I can handle my fair share of superheros. I know all the Avengers and Xmen. I can recall the back stories from the ninja turtles to the fantastic four. I even know a fair few secret identity aliases. (Bruce Banner and Bruce Wayne...? Two Bruces? What's going on there?)
But I draw the line at Antman. Come on. That is the stupidest comic book hero I have ever heard of. I refuse to give him any of my brain space.
So on Sunday night, while Whim and the boys were at the movies, I had my hair straightened. I love it.