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I was in Filbar’s yesterday. In the store was a dad with his eight or ten year-old kid. The kid wore eyeglasses, spoke 50 words per second, and had this nasal voice. He was just like that brainy kid in “Jerry Maguire”.

When I stepped in the store, the father and son were trying to decide which alternate cover of “InQuest” magazine they were going to get. The kid picked one and the dad said, “Great choice!”

“Why is Superman carrying the hammer of Thor and the shield of Captain America?” asked the kid as he pointed at the cover of JLA/AVENGERS #4.

“Wow! You’re right! That’s a good question,” said the dad, and asked to see the comic book. “It’s number four of four. Why don’t we just wait for them to release the compilation and then we’ll get it, okay?”

The kid agreed.

“Okay! Change topic! What about….” and the kid launched to another series of comic book related queries, all of which were answered by the dad.

It’s nice to see that there are dads like that. A lot of time I’ve seen kids drag their parents in the comic book store, choose a comic book and the dad would briefly glance at the issue and say, “Ang mahal naman! Babasahin mo ba yan?” (That’s so expensive! Are you really going to read that?) And their kid would have to beg just to get the book.

Some kids can be so lucky.

They should not be deprived of their stories, whether it be through a comic book or children’s book or novels like Harry Potter. They should not be deprived of the chance to discover new worlds.

“We are creators. When we begin, separately or together, there’s a blank
piece of paper. When we are done, we are giving people dreams and magic and
journeys into minds and lives that they have never lived. And we must not forget
that.” –-Neil Gaiman





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