He does things like refer to himself as The Penguin and walks like one all the way to his bedroom…the refrigerator…you get the idea. “Penguin wants a snack, Mommy.” Oh does he now? (That’s my response…just role playin’. Why not?)
Last night my son (guess he wasn’t in character just yet) asked me,
“Can I change my name, Mommy?”
To what, Baby?
“Penguin.”
Go ahead and think he’s weird.
It won't hurt my feelings.
Sometimes I think he's weird too.
I also think he's the brightest...blue-eyed...best...
Buzz Lightyear-loving four year old I know.
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