Split Personalitities

Preschoolers have split personalities. While I have no degree in psychology, I have come to this diagnosis first hand. Here's my proof:

Day 1:
"Maaaahhhhhhhhmmmmm" he screams from his bed upstairs. I am recently arisen and trying to get enough coffee in my system to jump start my day. "I'm coming," I call back, wiping off the coffee I've just spilled down my front. "But MOMMMMMM. I NEED YOU." Upstairs, he's hiding under the covers and peeks out when I come. "I was hiding from you. Isn't that funny?" He smiles the brightest smile of a four year old.

Day 2:
As I sit reading my email and having my coffee, I hear the patter of his feet upstairs, the flush of the toilet. He comes downstairs, rushes into the office. "I dressed myself. See? Aren't you proud of me?" I smile at his interesting choice of clothing, and tell him that indeed, he is a big boy now and I am proud of him.

Day 3:
"MAAAAHHHHMMMM" he screams from his bed upstairs. I am recently arisen and trying to get enough coffee in my system to jump start my day. "I'm coming," I yell back, wiping off the coffee I've just spilled down my front. "But MOMMMMM. I NEED YOU." Upstairs, he is stretched across the bed, a pout on his face. He cannot move, he says. "Come, let's get you dressed." He groans. "You do it," he moans. So I get some new clothes. "NO, I don't want red underwear, I want white Daddy underwear." It is going to be a long day.

Day 4:
As I sit reading my email and having my coffee, I hear the patter of his feet upstairs, the flush of the toilet. He comes downstairs, rushes into the office. "I dressed myself. See? Aren't you proud of me?" I smile at his interesting choice of clothing, and tell him that indeed, he is a big boy now and I am proud of him.

Now you see the proof. I have not one, but two, possibly three personalities living in the body of my little boy, a little Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde if you will. I do hope they will merge soon.