A warm breeze rustled my hair while my boys' laughter rustled my heart strings. The thought of popsicles to cool us off from a long visit at the park put a little pep in our step. As we drew around the corner to our little street, Coltrane tried to web Kingston as he sped past us. He backtracked fast, shaking his head. "No, you're doing it wrong" he said to his little brother, "that's not how you web". Coltrane just got his first web lesson from a certifiable webslinger.