Notes

The boy was no more than three years old, he was facing a group of people, he was holding one arm straight up in the air and the other straight down and tight to his body, he was wiggling all his fingers, then stopped pulled both hands to his chest and hopped forward with his legs together three times, he then resumed wiggling his fingers with one arm up and one arm down, then brought his arms down and again hopped towards the group three times, he then smiled and looked for a reaction from the group “Who are you?” one of the young people in the group asked “I’m Spiderman.,” said the youngster with his arms up and fingers wiggling showing his ability to create a web. “Do you like Batman?” she asked, “No, he can’t make a web. I like Buzz Lightyear. I really like Buzz Lightyear.” he replied half to himself and hopped back to where his parents were sitting. He now stood before his father who was sitting at a table with his mother who was engrossed in talking to a friend. He took up a boxing stance and began throwing punches in his father’s direction. His father responded to each thrown punch by rolling his head backward and side-to-side, as if he was actually being pummeled in a fight.