Identity Crisis.

For the last week I'd been prepping him.

"We're going to go and show some teachers how smart you are." I'd tell him and he'd beam since he knows I think he's practically brilliant.

And then today, was the day, for early childhood screening. (In Minnesota, they have preschool aged children come in and check on some basics to make sure if kids need some extra help or attention before kindergarten, they get it.)

In the car I reminded him to tell them his name, how old he is, where he lives, when his birthday is and so on, when they ask. All the basics have been covered.

Yet as we walked towards the check-in table and the grandma-like volunteer asked his name to check him in, he announced;

"Batman. I live in Gotham City."

Oh yes, he did.

Worried that this screening might go down a path of silly, I quickly reminded him that he needed to tell them his real name and really where he lives to which he looked at me and again said, "But mom, my name is Batman."

Finally, after one more reminder, he told her.

In case you're wondering, he passed the screening with flying colors, not that I was worried about that part. I'm also glad to report that he did in fact use the correct identity the rest of the screening.

Crisis averted.

Oh, that boy. I just love him.

H and his Batman bear at Build a Bear workshop on Valentine's Day.

This post is linked up to "Conversations with my Kid" over at Moms Without Blogs.