The Tryst with the Superhero...continues!

Last night, after his standard nightly bath, D stands up on the step stool and admires himself in the mirror. As I dress him in his PJ’s, he asks:

Mama, am I beautiful?
Yes, you are baby, you are very beautiful.
I see.
What about handsome? Am I handsome?
Of course sweetie, you are very handsome!

Just like Spiderman??

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Why did you come and sleep in our bed? Did you get scared?
Aa ha…
Did you have a bad dream?
I had a night mare, mama. And you know who saved me?
Batman?

No mama, Spiderman!

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Mama, I got hurt. My thumb hurts.
Let’s see.
See, there. (I try desperately to spot a bruise but of course there was none.)
Where sweetie? I don’t see anything.
There, see. It really hurts.
For a moment, I thought he may have a 'hangnail', which can be quite painful at times but he doesn’t. His little thumb looked perfect.
Where? Are you sure you are hurt?
Yes, now can I wear the Spiderman band- aid?

So off he went to school this morning, sporting a Spiderman band aid. He refused to wear his gloves. Why?

If I put my gloves on, how can I show the Spiderman band-aid to my school friends?

Additionally, he spent half of yesterday watching Spiderman III. This is probably his 3rd or 4th time. Soon he will be spouting some of the dialogues!!