As surreal moments of motherhood go, jumping out of the queue for a Manhattan street food stall to sprint down a sidewalk in hot pursuit of the superhero Thor is not something I could ever have envisioned. Particularly as I’m someone who won’t run for buses.
But neither would I have predicted what would happen once I had caught up with the man mountain and looked him squarely in the… pecs.
Because my six-year-old, Freddie – who had been planning this moment ever since learning he was headed for the brand new Avengers Campus at Disneyland Paris – had a fit of the collywobbles and refused to come within 20 paces of his hero.
