A few months ago Sydney saw a homegrown, musical variation on the Wizard of Oz. Ever since she has incorporated pieces and parts of the story into her play; the wizard, Toto, the witch, the lion, scarecrow and tin man. She has also been watching a good deal of Sesame Street, and has attached herself to the idea of SuperHeroes, mainly in the person of Super Grover. All was well until one day she insisted to me that her name wasn't Sydney anymore.
It was Dorothy.
Super Dorothy, to be specific.
Super Dorothy and Super Grover fly around saving people, sometimes with liberal doses of help from the witch, the wizard or Abby Cadabby. This super hero game can go on for hours and is never ever boring, I guess, since when we finally decide that we have to do something else, like wash dishes for example, minor catastrophes ensue which prevent us from leaving SuperHero world just then.
Sydney had insisted so many times that she had changed her name to Dorothy that I was beginning to despair of ever calling her by name again when we watched Toy Story and Toy Story II over the holidays, and she stopped insisting her name was Dorothy.
"am beyond!! PHHIISHH!" she hollers as she sticks her arms out straight and prepares to save people in her new iteration.
"My name isn't Sydney!" she insists, "it's Buzz LightYear!!"
To infinity. And beyond. At least we're going somewhere.
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