written by Kate Heartfield
Attending a convention with a four-year-old is a surreal experience.
One moment youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re just hoping to make it to the sweets table at the TARDIS tea party before the next meltdown; the next (after youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve put the toddler to bed) youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re watching a podcast panel discuss the underrated charms of The Temple of Doom in X-rated language.
Ad Astra, held in Toronto, is one of CanadaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s major annual conventions, with a literary bent. It has been around since 1980. This was my second time there, and like last year, I went with my partner and our son.