Yesterday morning, Katcha (all of two years old) wakes up (“Slept good!”) and informs me he is now Bob the Builder (“I Bob!” “Bob the Builder?” “Ye-ah!”). If I slipped up and called him by his given name, he’d correct me (“I Bob!”). This went on all morning.
When he woke up from his nap, he wasn’t Bob anymore. He was Franklin (“I F’ank’in!”) the turtle. This went on all afternoon.
This morning he wakes up and he’s still Franklin.
He also has a girlfriend, or something. Maisey the Mouse (“Mai’ey loves me!”).
-Rue.
Just be thankful he’s not Barney.
If he ever says he’s Elmo, you get to tickle him all day!
Take notes, Rue - you could have a “Movie of the Week” here. Maybe not as compelling as “I see dead people”, but if you can get a cute enough kid to play the lead, I bet you can fill up Katcha and Soupo’s college funds right quick!
Just a little friendly suggestion. 
My 4-year-old son’s name is Travis.
Some days he is “Super Travis” and has “every super power”. Some days Super Travis is just his best friend and they talk on the phone or play together.
Sometimes I get to be Super Daddy and have a few super powers, but not every super power. For instance, I seldom get to have laser vision. And that’s a crying shame, for laser vision is surely a kick-ass super power.
Well, my son is Batman. It’s not clear whether his alter ego is Bruce Wayne, Terry or just him. Although lately he’s been Spiderman on occasion.
My son’s been in love with Bob for weeks now, (he’s three):
Me: Alex, where are you going?
Alex: Get my Bob.
He returns, wearing his yellow plastic safety hat, tool belt, and hefting around his 3 ft tall Bob. There is a eerie resemblance since Bob’s head is three times too big for his body, and so is Alex’s.
Ten minutes later, the baby ‘scoots’ by dragging Bob. As best as he can with the huge head that they gave him.
Me: You better get that away from you before Alex sees you.
Baby: Bab!
Me: I’m not kidding, he’s gonna kick your butt.
Baby: Bab!
Alex(from the other room): Waaah! Baby took my Bob!
Me: Relax, Relax, Here. Here’s my Bob.
Alex: ankuu. My Bob.
Me: Right, that’s what I said. ‘My Bob’
Alex: No. MY Bob.
Me: Umm, yeah got it, My Bob.
Heh, Heh
The three and four year olds I worked with in a special needs preschool alternated between claiming they were Bob the Builder or Spiderman for the last few months of school. One of the kids I worked with only speaks a few words (less than 10 total, she mainly communicates through ASL) and she learned a new one in May : Bob :rolleyes:
Don’t underestimate the power of Bob the Builder!