I met the cutest three year old little guy yesterday. He was nervous and shy. He looked down at the floor and hid under his cowboy hat.
His parents introduced him to me and tried to get him to shake my hand and say, “Nice to meet you”.
He would not budge.
I knelt down in front of him and told him that he didn’t have to shake my hand. I understood that there were a lot of people in here. A lot of new people, and it was a little bit stranger danger in here.
He held up a small, plastic Batman for me to see. He put Batman’s cape over his head and said, “Batman is hiding.”
“Oh…Is Batman scared?” I asked.
He nodded his head yes.
“It’s okay to be scared when you go some place new with a lot of people you have never met. There are a LOT of people in here. I get scared in here too sometimes.” I told him, then I asked, “What’s your name?”
“Batman,” he said, softly.
“Are you sure that’s your name?” his dad asked.
“Yes! It’s Batman.”
I told him that I thought about changing my name sometimes. I didn’t tell him that I want it to be Lovie. Lovie didn’t seem as cool and brave as Batman.
“So…If you changed your name to Batman, and I sometimes think about changing my name…What do you think is a good, new name for me?”
He thought for a minute and then said confidently, “Spiderman.”
I’m pretty sure I’m okay with being called Spiderman.
“Awesome!” I said. “I like it! Can we shake hands and say ‘Nice to meet you’ now?”
He shook his head ‘yes’ and stuck out his tiny hand.
“Nice to meet you, Batman.”
“Nice to meet you, Spiderman.”