My Super Hero

If you've been around Carter recently you'd know that he is OBSESSED with Spiderman. From the time he wakes up in the morning until the time he goes to bed he is flying his Spiderman(s) around from wall to wall, shooting his own webs, teaching Anderson to shoot webs and make the corresponding noise, or since we mistakenly let him watch the movies, quoting lines as he fights his Green Goblin, Doc Ock, Sandman, or Venom against any one of his five Spidermans. He's sometimes doing all of this while wearing his Halloween costume seen here.

Today, for his quiet time, he watched Spiderman in my bed. I got a few things done, then snuggled him as the movie finished. I went to make dinner as the movie ended and left Carter to take a rest as he seemed sleepy. Not a moment after I got downstairs to the kitchen, I heard a thud upstairs. I ran to my room and found Carter on the floor next to my bed crying. When I asked him what happened he said he'd jumped off the bed and landed on his chest and that his chest and his bum hurt. I opened his shirt and found a red circle above his heart--an indent from the button on his shirt pocket. I couldn't help but start laughing as he continued to cry--it doesn't take a genius to figure out what was going through his head as he jumped off of my bed belly-flop style. He thought he could be Spiderman.