Imagination has its limits

In conversation over role-play of Tintin in Tibet last week.

Baby girl -- You are Captain Haddock, Daddy.
Daddy -- Oh yeah.
Baby girl -- Filip is Snowy.
Daddy -- Who is Baby A?
Baby girl -- He's Chang.
Daddy -- Who are you honey? Are you Tintin?

Baby girl -- That's just in the story, Daddy!

DUH.

I'll add here that my husband does the most amazing Tintin digests imaginable. Knowing the tales from his own youth he boils them down for my two-year old splendidly. I cannot believe how much she loves the stories for such a youngin'.