For the last three days Emma has insisted that we call her "Spongebob," which she pronounces "P-Bob." She constantly checks us on this.

"Whose chair is this?"
"Who's holding P-Bob's fork?"
"Who pooped in P-Bob's pants?"

If you slip and call her Emma she says, "No! Not that name!" This was funny for the first few hours, but now . . . well, it's still funny.

We're no longer mommy and daddy, or even Sara and Danny, now she calls us "P-Bob's mom" and "P-Bob's dad."

I thought she would forget about this after the first day, but this may be a long term thing.

I guess she could have picked worse cartoon characters to immitate.