Conversation as we got ready for bedtime:
Me (to Micah who had draped his blanket over his head): are you a ghost... or a shepherd?
Me: Oh, Hi Mary, where's your baby Jesus?
Micah: I don't know. (looking around) In here. (pointing to my belly)
Micah: Who can be Joseph? (looking around, indicating me) You're Joseph!
Titus: NO! You can't be Joseph. You're a girl. I'm Joseph.
Micah: I'm Joseph too, I'm a boy. Joseph is a boy. A boy is a boy. (to me): You're Mary.
Titus: Mary is a girl; you're a girl. Joseph is a boy. Micah and I are boys.
Looks like we have another identity puzzle piece in place.