Semi-Wordless Wednesday

I have to work today, so I didn't have time to write out anything wonderful. So here is War Machine, hanging out at Chick-Fil-A and drinking his apple juice. I was trying to think up a witty caption, but they all sounded pretty stupid to me, so I left them off.

Superhero Questions

My son loves Ironman. Loves him. He has an Ironman figure that he carries around the house. They are BFFs. One day I overheard Zane asking Ironman if he had to go 'potty'. Ironman apparently answered in the negative.

"But Zane, what does Ironman do when he has to go poop?" I was genuinely curious as to what the answer might be, because they never address this sort of thing. Ironman doesn't ever come running out of the men's room with a piece of toilet paper stuck to his boot when there's an emergency. Neither does Superman, but he's an alien, so he gets a pass.

"Ironman no poop!"

"Does Ironman eat?" I asked.

"Zes(Yes), Ironman eats 'eminems'(M&Ms)." Zane replied.

"If Ironman eats, then he has to poop," I was attempting reason. With a 3 year old. I should have known better.

"Mama! Ironman NO POOP!" Zane was very firm about this. It was nonnegotiable.

Sorry, Ironman.

First Annual Bring Your Ironman To Work Day

We dropped off Zane at the daycare, and then I dropped off Larry at his school. I got into the car and looked back. There he sat, looking back at me: Ironman.



I felt kind of bad for a few moments, since he rode a good 30 minutes in the car not safely restrained. Then I thought that perhaps the fact that he's Ironman would render him impervious to most automobile crashes. I decided to take him with me. To work. I've always wanted a lackey.



We had a brief discussion over who got the comfy chair, which I won, and then I put Ironman to work. Or rather, I tried to. He flat-out refused to go and get me coffee. He just stood there. I felt that this was certainly not the proper way for a lackey to behave.



Ironman apparently has an extreme aversion to filling out forms, which I found odd for a bazillionaire. It was probably some paper cut related trauma. I can totally understand that. That's why I hate filling out forms, too.



Ironman's spelling is atrocious! Hadn't he ever heard of spellchecking? Ironman responded that he was a physicist, not a dictionary. I told him to stop channelling Leonard McCoy from Star Trek.



Ironman was as bad at speaking on the phone as I am. I can't tell you how many people he 'accidentally' hung up on(Sorry, Mom!)! This was very frustrating, as I had such high hopes for our office relationship. However, toward the end of the day, I did find one thing that Ironman could do in my office that really came in handy.



He was a great pen holder.