He's His Father's Son All Right...
Look at this:
OK, actually, when I say "he's his father's son all right" I *could* be talking about *any* of the three boys, including:
-The one who's too old to go out trick or treating, but NOT too old to dress up, sit on a chair outside, pretend to be a dummy, and then scare the CRAP out of some of the trick or treaters...
-Or the one who dresses up like a nerd for Halloween, and thinks the height of nerd humour is to make sure that the tail of his shirt sticks out his fly...
I'm referring, this time, to the little one.
See, he's out trick or treating like a kid possessed on this given night. But that doesn't stop him from making sure that people understand the fine distinctions in pop culture.
He knocks on the door of one of our neighbours. The man looks at him and says, "Hey, Spidey!" in a very friendly manner.
The kid, without missing a beat, deadpans, "BLACK Spidey."
The man gives him candy anyway.
That's my boy.