Conversation with my daughter bourne out of possible swine flu and too much cough syrup
“Bekah, if I die, I want you to avenge my death by becoming a world famous scientist and waging war on all the bacteria and viruses in the world.” “Okay, Mummy” <I walk off content in the knowledge my daughter loves me>
<pops head back into the room as an afterthought> “Also, if you accidentally turn yourself into the Hulk, I’ll understand if you have more pressing things to deal with than avenging me.”
“She Hulk. I’d be She Hulk”
“Huh…. That’s the problem you had with that sentence….”
“Well, I’d have to be She Hulk, wouldn’t I?…” Quite frankly I tuned out somewhere in the middle of talk of marvel characters and avenging but I tuned back in when it sounded like she was coming to an end and I had finished thinking about things I find WAY more interesting. BECAUSE I’M A GOOD MOTHER.
…”and then I could be The Avengers all by myself”.
“You suck at team work”