There's a stranger in my house....

Several weeks ago Connor watched Toy Story II for the first time. That night, Connor moved out and Buzz Lightyear moved in.

A typical conversation would go something like this:

"Connor--"

"I'm not Connor. I'm Buzz."

"Ok. Buzz, Daddy's leaving for work. Tell him goodbye."

"It's not Daddy. It's Woody."

This game never ended. Every time I called Connor "Connor," I was corrected. Every time I called Lee "Daddy," I was corrected. I became Little Bo Peep, and Laila was my Sheep. When Connor spent the weekend with my parents, my dad became Woody II. (When my dad was first introduced to Buzz, he thought Connor was saying "I'm Bud Light Beer.") Even Connor's teacher called him Buzz, as long as he was behaving (she told me this little trick worked very well).

Buzz disappeared about a week ago. Connor watched Bolt for the first time, and he turned into a hyperactive-superhero-puppy (ok, so he's always been hyperactive). I became Penny, Bolt's human owner. I liked this game much better: instead of fighting the evil Zerg (which is what Buzz Lightyear did), Bolt would cuddle up to me and say, "I love you, Penny."

But now I can't keep up with the fickle child. One minute he's Bolt; the next, Spiderman; the next, Batman.

And the game has become even more complicated: Today he was dressed in his new Batman pajamas, complete with a Batman cape. He was wearing the Batman mask that Uncle Len gave him for Christmas.

"What are you doing, Batman?" I asked.

"No, I'm not Batman. I'm Diego," he said.

"But you're dressed like Batman."

"No, this is just my pajamas. I'm Diego. Diego wanted to dress up like Batman."

"Of course."

"You thought I was Batman?"

"I thought you were Batman. I was wrong."

What was I thinking?!