The day I became Benny

I've spent a lifetime pretty much knowing who I am, warts n all, then my cool dude 3 yr old discovers his wonderful imagination. One day he's Fireman Sam doing all the sounds, dressed in his FS pj's and wellies and one of my thick belts...refusing to answer to anything but Fireman Sam. Another day he can be Diego, dressed in shorts, boots and his talking backpack everywhere he goes. Talking into his Diego phone, yapping more into his Bob the Builder watch (Diego kids will know what that is!) and again refuses to answer to anything but Diego. Yesterday it became my turn to switch identities, I became Benny! Now I dont know if there's a Benny in Fireman Sam or if its Benny from Bob the Builder...if its the latter then i'm no where near that constructive....more like destructive really!! So now he calls me Benny...not Mummy! The sad thing is Kirsten slips it out too! To add to this potential psychological damage, my 2 yo neice calls me Zebedee....apparently its easier than Debs!! Bless em!!!
Identity crisis? Not me but she might have one!! :D
So as Benny, who i'm assuming is contructive in a good way, I am getting on with some fun scrapping, procrastinating is not as fun as it sounds....after what seems like weeks of it!! :) So Benny to the rescue, lets just hope the new me is nice, fun and exciting...cos I think the old me is a bit worn out!! :)
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