identity crisis

Me: So, I was reading that Mrs. Wishy-Washy book from the library with Henry today and he pointed to Mrs. Wishy-Washy and said “mom.” It kinda freaked me out, like he associates me with an overweight pasty white cartoon woman with a scarf on her head.

J: Uh, huh.

Me: So, I said, “no, not mama.” So, he said “daddy.”

J: And you were ok with that, weren’t you?

Me: Pretty Much.

These days Henry’s taxonomy includes mamas, daddies and babies (anyone smaller than a mama or daddy even if they’re bigger than he is). I noticed the begining of the categorizing months ago when he would point to the back view of the hand drawn muscle diagram on the cover of an anatomy book and say “daddy” over and over again. Hmmm.