Madeline Ricchiuto writes for Bleeding Cool:
When I told my parents that I'd be going to NYCC on a press pass this year, suddenly it wasn't just the nerd convention I went to for the last few years. And my mother, being the kind of person that she is, decided that she and my father needed to come with me.
Her justification? "I wanna see all the wackadoos."
She then proceeded to take photos of everything.
I let her loose when I had to cover a few panels for Bleeding Cool. And well, when I found her, she was talking about getting a selfie of her and some cosplayer. But only one of the "good ones."
When I told her it was a wax figure and not a cosplayer, her reaction was "Oh, that's why he didn't move much." Way to go Moms.
Oh, and she was Batman.
The weekend before the con, she sent a photo of licensed comic shirts from Old Navy, and decided that we all needed one to wear. So, naturally I encouraged this because I live for the days where I can get my mom to wear dorky tee-shirts. I'm easily entertained. Sue me. When I went with her to pick out the shirts, of course I picked the one that made it look like she was actually Batman. The selling point for her? "It's almost a costume."
She didn't want to leave. There were just too many things to look at, too many people to take pictures of.
My dad? He couldn't get enough of the $8,000 comics and the family dressed like Captain America.