Reconsidering

Last night, Robbo and I decided to go for a walk. We got coffee and were sitting on a ledge in the Southside Works near the fountain, when suddenly I got this eerie feeling, like someone was behind me.

I turned, and there he was, lurking over my shoulder.

“I’m Spiderman!” he lisped.
And Spiderman he was, from the top of his toddler-sized Spiderman t-shirt to the bottoms of his Spiderman velcro shoes.

This was the cutest damn thing I’d ever seen. “Oh no!” I exclaimed.

“But I’m the good Spiderman!,” he said. “I’m gonna save Mary Jane Watson!”

“Who are you going to save Mary Jane from?”

“DOC OC! I’m gonna web him!” Spiderman said. “But I need to find Harry first!”

“Where’s Harry??” I asked.

“I don’t know!!!” said Spiderman, as he ran off toward the fountain.

Robbo and I hung out a bit longer, and eventually started walking home. The sound of little feet followed us. We stopped and turned, and there was Spiderman. “Wait!” he yelled to Robbo. “I need to talk to you!!”

Spiderman’s dad came over. “Come on Chris, they need to leave.”

The howls that came from Chris/Spiderman’s mouth were one of the saddest things I’ve ever heard. We could still hear him halfway home, echoing off the buildings. My heart melted, just a little.



Hmm. Maybe I won’t get sterilized after all.