This past week we have been teaching Anna our names, in the event that if she were to get lost she could let someone know what her parents' names are. This has caused a flurry of conversations about names, and has prompted her to ask everyone in sight "what is your name again?"
The other night as Steve gave Anna her bath, I overheard the following:
Steve: Do you like to take baths?
Anna: Yes, I do.
Anna: Christa gave me a bath the other day.
This morning as we came down the stairs for breakfast:
Anna: What is your name again?
Me: My name is Christa, but you get to call me Mommy.
Anna: Oh. My name is Christa, but you can call me Christa or Steve. OK?
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