So my nephew was being called Skater Boy in this blog.
Have I mentioned his Spider Man obsession? A few days ago he shared with us the news that when he was born, his name was Peter Parker and that we changed it to his name, and we should start calling him Peter Parker in real life.
Interestingly, he goes to preschool with another little boy, Dylan, who also insists his real name is Peter Parker.
While we have had to tell my nephew no, your name is not Peter Parker, in honor of his choice of name, and his belief that he was born to have a secret identity, from now on he is Peter Parker in this blog.
Queen Lucy could not be left out of the action, of course, and said she should now be called Cheetah (actually, her first two choices were too close to her real life name.)
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