It was Halloween, and you were dressed in a witch’s costume, ready to hand out candy to trick-or-treaters. Your husband, Larry, wasn’t much of a Halloween fan; he wore a sweater and sweatpants and was planning to take your five-year-old son out trick-or-treating for the first time.

Herry had been excited for weeks, insisting he wanted to be Spider-Man. But when he came out of his room, he wasn’t wearing a Spider-Man suit at all. Instead, he was in one of Larry’s suits, complete with an oversized tie hanging crookedly around his neck.

“That’s definitely not Spider-Man,” Larry said, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s not a real superhero…” Herry replied, grinning.

“He’s not? Okay, I give up. Who are you supposed to be?” you asked.

“I’m you, Daddy!” Herry said proudly, beaming from ear to ear.