When asked what he "wants to be when he grows up," he'll tell you that he's going to be Spider-Man...literally. He practices climbing between the walls of doorways, jumping off the couch and flipping on the bed. For all intents and purposes, he lives and breathes Spider-Man.
He wears a Spider-Man costume almost every single day. We peel it off of him at night when he falls asleep to throw it in the laundry, only to have him put it right back on first thing in the morning. The way we get him to go to school in "regular" clothes is to put a pair of Spider-Man shoes on his feet along with his Spider-Man backpack.
With all of this being said...the boy loves Spider-Man. Imagine then - what would happen if he actually happened to "run into" Spider-Man.
A few days ago, we heard that Spidey was going to be at a local store. We loaded the kids up and secretly took them in the hopes that Preston would get to meet him. I couldn't stop from smiling as we walked into the store just thinking about how excited Preston would be. When we were told where to go, we found a line and waited our turn from around a corner. By the time we were able to get a little closer and manage to see Spider-Man at the front of the line...Preston went stone cold. His eyes grew huge and his body went still. This child that I thought would jump and scream as he climbed up the nearest display - stood as stiff as a board.
We worried at first that he was scared but it wasn't that. Preston's little face grew into the biggest smile and he whispered, "It's HIM!"
As we inched closer and closer to Spider-Man, we watched as Preston grew in disbelief. He just couldn't get over the fact that he was there in real life.
By the time we finally made it, the older boys gave "high fives" and had fun saying "Hi" but Preston stood speechless. He couldn't take his eyes off of him. We kept laughing, saying, "Preston! Say "Hi!" He wouldn't do ANYTHING. He just stared with shock and bewilderment.
When our time was up and we said "bye" to Spidey, we went on our way. As we walked, it was as though a switch was turned back on in our little boy. "WOW!!! Did you SEE HIM?! Did you see SPIDER-MAN?!! It was REALLY HIM!!!" Preston jumped and screamed so much that we could barely get him back to the car.
Yes...Preston is our five year old who rarely sits still. Every single day, he makes us understand the term "all boy" to the fullest extent...and we wouldn't have it any other way.