Identity Crises

The other day Annika crawled on my lap and gave me a hug, and I said, "Are you my sugar plum fairy?"
"No."
"Are you my princess?"
"No."
"Are you my daughter?"
"No."
"Are you my little girl?"
"No."
"Are you my Annika?"
"Yes."

Then today while we were pulling weeds in the flower garden she said, "Dallin's a baby, and I'm Annika and you are a mommy and Papa is Nikolay." That had me laughing.