Max just came and asked me, "Mom, what's it called when you can see through things?"
I answered, "I'm not sure--do you mean x-ray vision?"
Excitedly, he answered, "Yeah, that's it. Thanks Mom!" And ran right out of the room.
My curiousity peaked, I followed, and found he was working on his Christmas wish list.
Santa didn't come through last year when Max asked for lasers that shoot out of one's eyes. But that doesn't seem to have dashed his hopes for a superpower Christmas this year.