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My cousin Felix gave me a Superman costume for Christmas: at the time, I was a tad underwhelmed, not having quite the understanding of superheroes I have now.

Today was it’s day, though: me and Daisy like to go through the dressing up box on Saturday mornings while Mum’s at work and Dad’s snoring in bed: I woke him up so he could dress me in said Superman costume, and I wore it all day, sockless and commando: I wore it to the shop to get lunch, I wore it to the park, I would have worn it to bed if Mum had let me..

My new name for Auntie Margaret.. she take it in great spirit though and ooh-ooh-oohs with enthusiasm. I think she probably secretly prefers it to being called Marge..

A few weeks ago I started stammering – only under certain circumstances, usually when talking to someone: if I’m doing toy role-play or singing, I don’t stammer at all.

I do find it immensely frustrating: after a few da-da-da-da’s my head is leaning back and nothing’s coming out: I slump forwards and say ‘I Lost My Words’. Everyone’s being very patient with me, though – well, Daisy got a bit fed up at first but now she’s with the program – and eventually I can say ‘My Words Came Back!’

It’s been up and down – at first, it happened nearly all the time, then it almost went away, but now it’s back again when I really want to communicate something or initiate a conversation, and when I’m tired. Still, it’s common in children my age and especially boys.

What with my Spiderman obsession, I like to pretend I’m Spiderman punching bad guys. I’m only allowed to do it with Dad, who is being the Sandman – we trade punches, I throw a few roundhouse lefts and rights then slip one right under his guard and into his gut..