Last night, as I snuggled sweet Hannah in her bed, we had a conversation that we've been having a lot recently.
"Mom, I just don't want to go to school anymore."
"Why not sweetie?"
"It's just because all the kids and all the teachers call me Hannah Banana or Hannah Montana and I really don't like it. I've asked them to stop and stop but they just won't!" (said with all the fiery indignation a 6-year-old can muster!)
"Maybe instead of being sad that they call you that, you could think of it as a good thing. That people love you enough to come up with a very special name for you."
"I don't think so. I want to change my name."
"I don't think we can change your name but what do you have in mind?"
"Sparkles. I'm going to tell everyone from now on that my name is Sparkles."
"Let me know how that goes punkin."