Super Rio or
Shiny Ri Ri Baby Dinosaur.
Yup, that's my clever girl. I am constantly being forced to make up reasons that either myself or one of the boys needs to be rescued, to which I then have to exclaim "It's a bird, it's a plane, it's Super Rio to the rescue" and she comes running in the room to rescue us. Over and over and over again.
Or, my real favourite, we are mother-daughter T-Rex and I have to call her Shiny Ri Ri Baby Dinosaur. She named herself, clearly. In between roaring and only using two fingers on each hand (her claws) she whispers instructions to me. For instance "Mommy you ask me if I want some meat and when I roar that means yes". So in a roaring voice of my own I have to ask "Shiny Ri Ri Baby Dinosaur (and if I accidentally just call her Rio, or even Ri Ri - LOOK OUT) do you want some meat?" to which she roars her response. Last night we repeatedly reenacted her cracking out of her dinosaur egg and growing up. In order to get her to go to sleep I had to let her crack out of her egg one last time and then promise her that when she woke up she would be a two year old dinosaur. And to top it off, we normally talk about our day before bed, but she has lately been insisting we talk only about our dinosaur day, mostly how much we roared and ate meat and stomped around.
Oh she is loads of fun. Tiring, and a bit intense, but fun!