We all know that Tobey Maguire isn’t the real Spiderman, but I’ve often wondered who really is. Who is that marvelous man capable of swinging through neighborhoods on a friendly little bit of webbing that can also turn into handcuffs and bondage for those hoodlums that are stalking the innocent?Wonder of all wonders, he needed a break from his crime fighting life and showed up to spend a day with my family as we celebrated the holidays with too much food.

Spidermanhad just arrived and asked if we minded if he took off his mask. OMG! Of course not, Spiderman! We waited without twitching or moving, just as if Santa was coming down the chimney and we didn’t want to alert him that we weren’t tucked away in our bedrooms fast asleep.

I was totally shocked and surprised to find out that Spiderman was none other than my grandson, Riot! How did he do it? How did this small child keep the neighborhood clean of riff raff and still carry on with his little boy life style? He immediately reverted into his Riot Role, once the mask was off.

Although his keen Spidey senses were completely tuned to anything that might go awry in the neighborhood, he raced around the house, laughing and talking, ripping open a present here and there, entertaining the entire family that had joined to share a holiday.

Then suddenly the good time was over, he was ready to go. We tried to talk him out of it, asked him to stay with us for the remainder of the day, but he began putting on his mask.

Within a heartbeat he was ready to heed the call of the innocent in peril.

Just as we thought he would leave, he decided we were the innocent in peril of overstuffing ourselves with all the goodies that were laid out in the kitchen. He stayed, and played, and played, and played. Thank you, Spiderman, for sharing your day with us and bringing lots of laughter into this granny’s heart.