Daddy: Are you ready for some breakfast, sweetheart?
Jessica: Yes, Peter Pan.
Daddy: Okay, Wendy. Do you want some grits?
Jessica: I'm Tinkerbell.
Daddy: Oh, okay. Do you want some grits, Tinkerbell?
By mid-morning snack, I might learn that now I am Santa Claus, but it's up to me to figure out whether Jessica is Mrs. Claus or Rudolph. If she's Belle, I'm always the Beast. If she's Dora, I'm inevitably Diego.
And when she's Snow White...sometimes I'm Dopey. It's something I've come to accept.