As previously mentioned on this blog, the biggest little person in our house has a problem with the pronouns. So, "he's" are "she's" and "she's" are "he's" and "I" or "me" is almost always third-person "MJ." (Although, she has a very fun ongoing joke right now in which if you tell her she's a silly goose or a funny bunny or what have you, she smiles and responds with great glee, "No, I'm not! I'm MJ!" Which I love. They really ought to bottle the cuteness.)

She's sort of like Stephen Colbert, except instead of not seeing race and color, she doesn't see gender.

Anyway, because of her pronoun confusion, she's come up with a new twist on an old favorite song. This is how she sings it:

Twinkle twinkle, little star
How you wonder what you are
Up above the clouds so high
Like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle twinkle little star
How you wonder what you are

... every single time.

A twinkle twinkle star with an identity problem. Preschool really is advanced these days.