For the record, the gorilla feet are on my husband's side of the family

- I have a great idea, Mummy.
- Oh yes? Can you get dressed?
- I can have wings! We can make me wings! Big wings that I can fly with.
- Like Icarus? Remember what happened to him?
- No, from paper! So they'll be really light and able to fly.
- M-hmm?
- I can have wings and then I'll be able to fly like a superhero. And we'll cover me with white, to make me light. [I wonder if he was conflating light=not heavy with light=not dark.]
- Yes. Get dressed.
- Can we make me wings? Now? Or you can make me wings while I'm at school, and then when I come home at lunchtime I'll be able to fly. Okay, Mummy?
- No. No, I'm not making you wings. Get dressed. And blow your nose.
- But I have to be able to fly. Because I'm a superhero. I really am.
- No, you're not. It's a game. You would like to be a superhero. We pretend you're a superhero.
- No, I really am a superhero. Because who else could be as fast as this? What boy could be as fast as this? No other boy that is four and three-quarters [he's very pleased with his new designation] can be this fast. Except K___. He's a superhero too.
- Okay, fine, you're a superhero. But you still can't paint your underpants white.
- But, Mummy. We're a superhero family, remember? Your superpower is to have gorilla feet. And so is mine, but mine is to be really really fast as well. I have lots of superpowers and you just have one.
- Oh good, thank you. Clothes. Now.
- But Mummy.