The other day I was reading a book about colors to 3-year-old Anna. On each page was a question about that page’s color, such as “What color is the sun?” or “What kind of red truck helps put out fires?” On the purple page, I read the question “Can you name a purple fruit?” to Anna. She responded, “Sure. I’ll name the purple fruit Jesse.” I’ve always thought ‘Jesse’ would make a great name for a purple fruit.
The kids recently went through a stage where they wanted to watch Toy Story 2 every day. In the show, the arch nemesis of Buzz Lightyear is named Zurg. I guess that was too difficult to remember because for days Anna insisted that his name was Picture. I have no idea where that came from, but she was adamant about it. Then one day she decided his name was Zurg, and Picture has never come up again (much to my dismay).
Along those same lines, someone gave us a box of Rice Krispies a short time ago. This is a new cereal for Anna and I guess a difficult name to remember because every day for a couple of weeks she would ask for tacos for breakfast. Me: “You mean Rice Krispies?” Anna: “Oh. Yeah. Well they’re called tacos because Daddy told me they are.”