My family decided to go eat at a nice Italian restaurant. As we walked into the restaurant the hostess asked my then year and half nephew what his name was. Without missing a beat he said that his name was "Spiderman" The lady started laughing - little does she know that he is Spiderman. I'm kidding, but he thinks he is. He climbs all over the furniture pretending to beat up bad guys.

I said to my nephew, "you're not Spiderman."

He looked at me and yelled, "Spiderman!" then pretended to shoot web fluid at me and then at the other people around us.

My nephew is still not big on restaurants, so before going to eat someone suggested that we stop at McDonalds and get him a chicken nugget happy meal just in case he didn't like anything at the restaurant, so we did.

As we walked in the restaurant I noticed that all the people were dressed nicely and the atmosphere was quiet. I wondered if it was a good idea to bring my nephew into a place like this. I mean little kids will be little kids no matter where you take them. I felt a little bit of relief when I saw a couple of other kids about my nephew's age sitting quietly at their tables. I figured my nephew would do the same.

We sat and talked while we waited for our food to come out. I was surprised because my nephew was not jumping trying to beat up invisible bad guys. He sat quietly eating his chicken nuggets and apple dippers. It didn't take long for our food to come out. Everything was going well, until my nephew suddenly jumped on the bench and yelled, "Spiderman!" as he threw a chicken nugget across the restaurant. I watched horrified as the piece of processed chicken nugget flew in what seemed to be slow motion through the air heading directly toward a group of older people sitting about ten feet away. I was thinking, "Oh God, please don't let it hit anyone."

I tried not to look but I couldn't help it. I watched as the nugget flew straight toward a lady who had her white hair all combed into a what looked like a big puffy spider web to me. The nugget hit the lady on the back of her head then bounced onto the floor and rolled under a desert cart. The older lady rubbed her head and looked around to see what had just hit her on the head. When she couldn't find anything on the floor or see anything around her, she went back to eating whatever it was she was eating as if nothing had happened.

I turned and looked at everyone else at my table - they all had the same horrified look on their faces as I did, except for my nephew. He had another chicken nugget in his hand and a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"I'm watching you Spiderman" I said, as I grabbed him and sat him down before he had the chance to throw the second chicken nugget. "You better not throw anything."

He just looked up at me and laughed.