Although the choice was to sit in the car while running errands in the freezing cold with mom or watch TV cuddled up with dad, the boy chose to come with me in the car. As I scooped him out of the car to run into the house (he of course was only wearing jammies with a blanket poorly thrown around his shoulders) he put his arms tight around my neck and his legs tight around my waist.
"Are you my little monkey?" I teased.
"No!" he laughed.
Knowing that he is sensitive about his status as a boy (and sometimes a baby), I continued "Are you my little boy?"
"No!"
"My baby?"
"No, am porupyne!" he replied with a laugh.
"Wait, did you just say you were my porcupine?" I asked him.
"Yes!" he gleefully called out.
So right now, he's my porcupine... unless you ask, then "am monkey!"... unless you ask, then "am porupyne!"
