Getting Into Character

When I walked out of my bedroom first thing this morning, my 4 year old was sitting on the couch looking like this.

So I said, "Well, good morning, pilgrim."


I expected laughter. Instead, in deadpan seriousness, I got, "I am NOT a pilgrim."

Of course not. My mistake.


Ten minutes later:

"So, are you not an Indian either?"

"NO. I am a PRETEND Indian."

That was my first guess.