the fatiguing fours, much better than the terrible twos

[sergebroom]

While waiting in line for Spiderman 3, my Sue and I found ourselves sitting next to a 4-year-old boy. Very articulate, but quite the chatterbox. It was hard keeping up with him and Sue, being the one right next to him, was the one forced to do most of the chatting-back. He showed himself to have obvious good taste as he thought that my puffing my cheeks then flattening them with the appropriate pfttt! was the height of hilarity. He also enjoyed pretending he was going to throw up.

He should have saved that last bit for the movie itself, which was rather ho-hum. The best scene was after a thief is disintegrated in one of those convenient comic-book devices of superscience (the kind that is blocked by the public by a simple unelectrified chainlink fence). Turned into a pile of sand, he keeps trying to put himself back together again and again while clenching the locket with a photo of his dying daughter.