You never know how a conversation between Max and Daddy will go. For this reason, I usually just sit back and listen. This time was no different. In the car, after the trip that resulted in the acquisition of the Ironman mask, this is the conversation:
Max: “When I am a lion for Halloween, do you know what my name will be, Daddy?”
Daddy: “No, what?”
Max: “When I’m a lion, my name will be Ironman!”
Daddy (unphased): “So, if you had an Ironman costume, would your name be Simba?”
Max: “No, Daddy. That would be silly.”
Of course it would.