So when I picked up Teddy from preschool the other day the first thing he tells me is that a classmate of his does not believe that he's a soldier. Here's how the conversation went from there:
Me: Oh, he doesn't understand that you like to pretend you're a soldier?
Ted (voice raised): No, Mom! I AM a soldier and he doesn't believe me!
Me: I'm sorry; you're right. Well, maybe (I am) he is just confused about that.
Ted: He just doesn't believe me.
Me: When you grow up are you going to be a soldier?
Ted (the voice again): Ahhh . . . MOM! I AM a soldier now!
Me: I know; you're right, you're right. When you grow up do you still want to be one?
Ted: Yes. I want to wear camo and let people take their picture with me.
Me: Will you let me take my picture with you? Wait, don't answer that. Just tell me about school.