AM I A SUPERHERO TO MY SONS?

 when my family and I drive to the Oldham Theatre to see a movie, almost always a superhero movie, because it seems like there’s a new one every single week, it’s hard not to remember eating Jolly Ranchers in this same theater while watching in 1989. My sons, 14 and nine, are sitting in the same chairs that I sat in when I was their age, and they have to hear me say, every single time we go to the theater, “You know, I saw my first Batman movie in this very same theater.” And they say, “Yes, god, we know. And you ate Jolly Ranchers from the concession stand.” And I say, “But not the Jolly Ranchers that you kids eat—” And they interrupt to say, “Yes, they were a different size. We know. Dad, the