Sippy Cup: "Mom, I want that spider."
M.O.M. (looking around nervously): "What spider?!"
Sippy Cup: "The one that bites you."
M.O.M.: "Definitely not."
Sippy Cup (pinching the space between his thumb and forefinger on his left hand):
"You know, the one that bites you here."
M.O.M.: "Once again, these details aren't helping you."
Sippy Cup: "I want that spider."
M.O.M.: "Of course you do."
Sippy Cup: "It only takes one bite."
M.O.M.: "That's one too many."
Sippy Cup: "So that I can be Spider-Man."
M.O.M.: "And now it all makes sense..."
Sippy Cup: "The real Spider-Man."
M.O.M.: "Obviously."
Me (yelling from the living room): "Welcome to my world!"
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