Spiderboy: I want Mickey card.
Me: This is my Disney credit card.
Spiderboy: I want it.
Me: Do you have a job?
Me: What’s your job?
Me: Your job is being Spiderman?
[This sorta makes sense. Last week, Spiderboy told me, “I want Spiderman computer so I can work like you and make money tooooo.”]
…a minute later:
Spiderboy: You shoot web with nose, OK?
Me: With my nose?
Me: Ummm, OK.
Great, I must now get bitten by a radioactive, mutant spider so I can make my son happy by shooting web out of my nose. Do spiders even have noses?