Identity

One of the many interesting things about life with Jessica is that I never know exactly who she will be, or who I will be, from day to day--or hour to hour, for that matter. For example, our early morning conversation might go something like this:

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.