Eliana: Mama, pretend you're my mother in this, and I'm Firebird, but my name is Rose.
Me: [buttering toast- it's still early.] Well, honey, I am your mother.
Eliana: [dropping her ballerina arms mid-twirl, hands now on hips] Mama. You're just kidding, right? You're my mama. I'm asking you to pretend you're my mother.
Me: [shoulders shaking, still buttering] Oh! Okay, I'll pretend I'm your mother, Firebird-slash-Rose.
Eliana: [shaking her head and twirling away] It's just Rose, Mama. I mean Mother.