This from when my older son T. was eight and my younger A. three. More evidence, if you needed it, that almost from the beginning of our lives, we possess imagination, from which comes so much else: empathy, creativity, humor, deception, fear, and so forth.
Yours truly is getting dressed in his second-floor bedroom. The boys are downstairs finishing up breakfast. Dad notices that someone is using the switch at the bottom of the stairs to turn the overhead light in his bedroom on and off. A standard ploy of my three year old.
“A.,” says Dad, “please stop turning that light on and off. Leave it off, okay?”
Pause. Three year old’s voice comes up the stairwell: “I’m not A. I’m T.”