Strange title, huh? Not from my seat. You see, I’m currently sitting in the food court at the mall with my soon-to-be 3 year old son, watching him play with two action figures as he eats a slice of pepperoni pizza almost as big as he is. He’s having a marvelous time, covered in pizza sauce and grease, happily playing and eating.
I’m having a pretty good time myself. It’s nice to be able to just stop and smell the roses from time to time. Or, play superheroes over pizza.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, Brandon and I have to go save the city. And finish the pizza. There’s also a chance some cookies might need liberating along the way.