Everett's Spider-Man obsession is still going strong. Last week I got a Marvel credit card offer in the mail (who knew there was such a thing) and Spider-Man was on the envelope. We convinced Everett it was for him. Everett is still trying to climb the walls and has even started saying "bad guys" which sounds more like "dad dies" (because, you know, Spider-Man is always protecting us from the bad guys). What are we teaching him? Haha, yikes! There are worse things, right? That's what I'm telling myself anyway.
This morning I might have bought a Spider-Man toy at Target to cheer this boy up (he's been under the weather since Sunday afternoon) and it totally worked. He was thrilled when I showed him the box in the store and told him we could take it home. He just kept saying "mask" (that's what he calls Spider-Man) and "home" the rest of the way through the store. He kills me! Seriously, how he doesn't have a room already filled with Spider-Man paraphernalia just shows home much self-restraint I have. But, you guys, it's so hard saying no to his face...
^^That towel came from Nana (she has less self-restraint than me and is also a grandma so can spoil him all she wants).
^^Tired Spider-Man. The towel had just come out of the dryer, so I think he was enjoying it's warmth more than anything. :)
Okay, fine, you can have all the Spider-Man things!!!