This happened in the early 2000s. My town has a small “farm” petting zoo to educate kids about cows, sheep, pigs, and the like. It’s really not big and they get little city funding, making them dependent on donations. The petting zoo wants to organise a spring festival, but money is an issue. Long story short, I volunteer to do face painting, using my own materials, for free. Parents can pay what they want and all the money will go to the petting zoo. Everyone is nice, and most kids want to be a bunny, a cow, or a princess… and one kid wants to be Spider-Man.
After three hours of non-stop painting, we notice a frantic woman.
Woman: “Has anyone seen a little boy? My son is missing!”
One organisation employee asks for details. This petting zoo has no electronic communication devices, so someone needs to get information and then spread the word.
The woman tells us her son is four and describes his hair and his clothes.
Woman: “…and his face is painted like Spider-Man!”
Me: “I only painted one child as Spider-Man, so there should be no doubt about it.”
Time passes, and I continue my work (there are about twenty people already looking), trying not to worry the other kids in the line. I paint everyone until the line is cleared.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I see something small with a red face casually strolling around! I jump from my chair.
Me: “Hey, little buddy! Your mom is looking for you!”
Boy: *Very calm* “Do you know where my mommy is? I lost her somewhere.”
He spreads and waves his arms as if it’s just a regular day at the office.
I flag down a petting zoo volunteer.
Me: “I’ll keep him here; go get his mom.” *To the boy* “All right, your mommy will come here to get you, so stay with me, okay?”
Boy: “But my face is already painted.”
Me: “Well, do you want some paint on your hands or arms?”
Boy: “Can you make the web sprayers?”
Me: “Sure, I can!”
I paint very slowly, just to keep the boy occupied. It takes quite a while for the mother to come. She pretends to walk calmly, but I can see she has just been crying and is far from calm but also very relieved when she sees him.
Boy: “Hi, Mom! Look, I got web sprayers!”
Woman: “Oh, how lovely. But sweetie, I told you to stay with Mommy. I was very worried.”
She hugs him, getting the fresh paint on her jacket. She then picks him up and leaves. I’m a bit surprised she doesn’t say, “Thank you,” or anything like that. She even seems to ignore me as a whole. However, I am quickly informed.
Volunteer: “When I told her he was found and safe, her legs couldn’t support her anymore and she collapsed. We got her a chair and let her calm down first. We almost called an ambulance, but she calmed down on her own eventually. She said she just wanted to pick up her son and go home.”
Yeah, I can understand that.