Spiderman to the rescue

There’s more to “dress for success” than just a slogan. My husband Jeff and I gave our five-year-old grandson a Spiderman costume, complete with fake muscles. He tried it on on Christmas morning and seemed tickled with it.
The next day, my sons Daniel (about 205 pounds and bench presses over 300 and Thomas (about 180 and bench presses over 200) staged a wrestling match in the living room. When Daniel began to conquer, Thomas called “Help help! If only Spiderman was here to help me!” In rushed a blue and red clad stringbean with bulging muslces. He leaped onto Daniel and quickly defeated him. Thomas thanked him warmly. Spiderman didn’t seem to notice that Daniel literally twirled him around his arm and set him back on his feet. He flexed his “muscles” and disappeared into the basement.
A few minutes later, I went into the basement and there was Spiderman . . .without his hood! He seemed quite dismayed to see me. I pulled my slippers on and he whispered, “Grandma, please don’t tell anyone that it’s me that’s Spiderman.” I lied that I wouldn’t tell anyone. “And will you please help me get my hood back on so I can see out of it?” After I helped him, he gestured silence with his index finger to his lips.
I have never understood the power of a uniform!