I've got a SERIOUS Spiderman die-hard at my house.
You all know this. Because I've told you before.
Everytime I see or hear more evidence of this growing/never waning obsession, though, I'm a bit surprised.
I can't think of any object or concept I've felt so passionately about that it literally consumes my life, so it's hard for me to relate.
Maybe that's part of the magic of being 3. Or maybe he's just weird. That's a possibility, too.
Next up on his wish list?
Spiderman shoes. To go with his Spiderman PJ's.
Do you think his heart will be broken when he doesn't get those shoes?
To see what others are saying, go see Mama Kat.
