Ever since we returned from our lengthy travels this month, Danny has taken to greeting people with, "My name is Danny!" He does this to people he's known all his life, as well as random strangers. I originally laughed it off as an indication that perhaps we were gone a bit too long this summer. But when he did it to the ladies in the church nursery this morning, confidently marching into the playroom and leaving us behind, I got to thinking that perhaps it's a different kind of sign. We've expended all kinds of energy thinking about Clare and her transition into Kindergarten, which is no small deal. But of course Danny continues to grow, too, and I think he's discovering his sense of self, more and more each day. This might explain the very angry tone he uses with Clare when she tries to get him to pretend to be someone he's not in the mood to be: "No! I'm being Danny right now!!" Now, if we can just get him to focus on being pleasant Danny 24/7, we'd be in great shape...
