A conversation with my son as he scribbled on his MagnaDoodle...

my son - Look, Dad. I drew the train tracks in perspective!

me - Wow! You are something else.

my son - Tell me what. Am I not me anymore?

me (curious where this will go) - What do you think you are?

my son - What letter does it start with?

me - I don't know. You tell me.

my son - T?

me - What does that stand for?

my son - Train Boy?

me - (laughing) Don't worry, baby. You'll always be you.