She pulled up a document on Word, typed away for about ten minutes, and then proceeded to show my sister and me this lovely gem:

IRON MAN AND THOR TEXTING

3:23 p.m.

SO DUDE LET’S TELL SECRETS.

No thanks.

MAYBE CAPTAIN AMERICA WILL SHARE SECRETS WITH ME.

Ok… Thor listen dude. Men don’t share secrets. That’s for pre-teen girls. I don’t know about rules on Azgaurd or whatever ur planet’s called but dude, full grown men or superheroes either way don’t share secrets.

7:56 p.m.

UGH! LOKI ANGERS ME SO MUCH! GODS DO I HATE HIM. IT WAS JUST LIKE WHEN WE WERE LITTLE KIDS FIGHTING OVER FAKE GUNS. BUT NOW WE ARE FIGHTING OVER THE THRONE. I THINK I SHOULD BE THE RIGHTFUL KING. WHAT DO YOU THINK, IRON MAN?

I don’t know. And call me Tony. Wait I gtg Pepper and I r going out to eat.

OK. BYE.

A GREAT INFLUENCE AS A COUSIN AND NANNY, AREN’T I? I STARTED THIS YOUNG TOO