How I Met Spiderman
I was running through a neighborhood last week when a boy, who looked about 4 years old, swooped out of his front door. Before I knew it, he was running alongside me on the grass with his arms outstretched as wide as they could go.
“I’m Spiderman!” he exclaimed.
“Wow!” I said…er…panted.
“But sometimes I fall,” he continued.
“You do?” I asked.
He stopped dead in his tracks. (I’m guessing we reached the edge of his yard.) “Yeah. Bye!”
I giggled as I ran on my merry little way.
…and that’s how I met Spiderman. 🙂