Mistaken Identitites and Alter Egos

I sometimes try to get away with calling you two little boys "little rabbits". Oscar doesn't seem very pleased with this nickname or any other that I have come up with and will always correct me in his frustrated voice "No, I'm a boy". Then I will ask him what his name is and often he will say "Chaim". I Will try to correct him and say "No Oscar...Say O.s.c.a.r..."...Which he emphatically would always often yell back while hitting his chest "No Chaim". Though Oscar responds to his own name when spoken to, he seems to like to assume the identities of his superHeros. Chaim has held this spot for quite a long time. Now however it seems a new hero is in town... when I ask Oscar what his name is he will say "Spiderman". Right now he acts, lives, breaths, and has to wear spiderman all day long. I can barely do anything without Oscar catching me in one of his webs or shooting off a pretend web at any of us that step out of line. For Christmas we searched for new Spiderman Jammies as Oscars old hand me-down ones were getting a little small...Chaim got Iron man, which has been his favorite superhero of late, yet he seems to know that he actually isn't really Iron man.

I get a kick out of watching you guys play superheros. Thank you Chaim for being so willing to wear your "normal clothes" for school and church and during the day...In fact, first thing in the morning you are asking me for your "Day clothes". You also seem most comfortable being you. I will often try and play pretend with you and you will correct me..."i.e. I'm not a doctor, I am Chaim".
Your brother on the other hand, puts up a fight anytime he has to remove his superhero uniform...I often settle with putting his day clothes on over top of his jammies as a compromise for when we need to leave the house. That way he is always ready to assume his role as Spiderman. When it comes time to wash the jammies (once I finally get them off), I will have to quickly hide them or Oscar will put them back on...He knows to go through the laundry basket in the laundry room whenever they are missing. I usually have to wash them in stages...pants first, and then shirt so he can at least maintain a portion of his "uniform".
On the rare occasion that I actually do manage to get them off...He is never happy with any arrangement unless he is still able to hold them..."Mommy Hold...Please"...We have often traveled to church or to drop Chaim off at School with a special bag for Oscar to hold with his Jammies in it.
Honestly, for all the hassle, I wonder why we still even have them around sometimes...but it sure is cute.


(Ohh the injustice of it all)

(And pure delight when you have them in your hands).

(waiting for your pants to dry...You found my support stocking gloves and got a little creative with them).
Chaim, gravitates to things a little more cerebral. You are our own Jimmy Neutron lately...Your new obsession is Volcanoes. You ask to watch movies (youtube) on Volcanoes all the time...and are constantly explaining to me how they displode (explode) and asking if Volcanoes are distinct (extinct)...like Dinosaurs. You seem quite amazed that there are still volcanoes on the earth.
I am having fun keeping on my toes with your latest interests. Sure love you.
Mom.