We Are All Wiggles

As sometimes happens in our house, Daniel shed his provincial, middle-class identity in favor of the fabulous Wiggles, those fab five (plus) rockers from Australia who have captivated both of our boys for some time now.

Tonight, he took off his ordinary civilian clothes and donned his trademark black pants and yellow turtleneck to become "Greg", after which point he refused to revert to his former, wholly unchosen, societally-predetermined, identity.

I had forgotten about this radical identity shift, and made the mistake of saying to him, "I'll bring Madeleine to Mommy, then I'll change your diaper, okay Love?"

Daniel: I am not Love. My name is Greg.

This made me laugh uproariously for about half a minute, after which I said - again, mistakenly - "You're a funny boy!"

Daniel corrected me: No, I'm not. I'm a Wiggle which is called "Greg".