When it's time for home preschool, Hazel likes to call me "teacher" instead of "mom". Unrelatedly, she also likes to direct our conversations sometimes when we are pretending together (because in her mind, preschool is pretend since I'm not really a teacher and we're not really at preschool...) and tell me what to say, much like Peach tells her what to say when they are playing pretend together.
I can't now remember what I was talking about with Hazel, but we were in the bathroom and I was brushing her hair before we could start our home preschool, so in her eyes, I had already morphed into "teacher" and we had just finished talking about something I (as her mom) had asked her to do earlier...
wow that was a lot of backstory for not much ahead...
Hazel: (talking to me, the teacher) Say, "Your mom is a pretty smart lady!"
me: (inwardly relishing) Your mom is a pretty smart lady!
Hazel: Yeah. Except she always tells me my clothes have to match. I don't like it when she says that.
