Toddler accidentally cursed himself into an identity crisis today.
He’s been crossing stuff out with chalk. He asked me to write his name for him, crossed it out, and had a panicked meltdown because he thought it meant he didn’t exist any more.
Every hour or so he asks me “am I [his name?]” and wants reassuring hugs.
I’m enjoying the implication that he was perfectly delighted with arbitrarily erasing things from existence until it affected him personally
Hes going to grow up to be a billionair