As Freud would say...

Roman and I were reading a book the other day which closes with a picture of two pair of feet peeking out from the end of a big bed and one pair of little feet sticking out from the end of a little bed. (It is quite obvious from the outside observer that this is a family in a hotel room... mother, father, and child in his own bed.) Roman pointed to the big bed and told me that those were Roman and Mama's feet. I asked him who was in the little bed, and he told me that was Daddy.

A few days later I was on sitting in the castle tent on Roman's bed waiting for him to come in and begin his nap. He crawled in towards me with a big smile on his face, "Are you the queen?," he asked.
"I am. Are you my prince?"
"No, I am the king," he responded.
"If you are the king, what is Daddy?"
"Umm." Roman pondered the question while rubbing his chin and looking off into space, "The zookeeper."