"Hot potato, hot potato!"

While there are numerous events pointing to the possibility that I am part old man and part teenage boy, I believe there's another part of me that is a six year-old child. The gender of this child doesn't matter much. Though, if I had to guess I'd say that, like my other alter egos, it's male.
In my fridge right now there are several packets of Mott's Apple Sauce. On my shelf I have Kix cerial (kid tested and mother approved) and GoDieogGo fruit snacks. On my desk I have a McDonnalds toy version of the Batmobile as well as a matchbox car I found as a prize in a box of Cheerios. There is a small wooden giraffe that smiles at me while holding random notes I need to remember. By my window sill there perches a battery operated talking parrot as well as a plushie of Robin of Loxley, the animated fox version of Robin. On my wall there proudly stands a Transformers poster (hanging directly above my desk as a source of inspiration) as well as a giant paper clip which is just begging to be attached to giant paper (which I also have); that's going to happen soon.
Did I forget to mention that I collect buttons? I suppose button collecting can be an old-woman thing as well as a little kid thing. As supported by the above evidence, however, I'm going to go with child for now.
Who knows? Maybe one day I'll manage to be one age and gender at the same time but I don't see that happening any time soon. But where's the fun in that? Besides, all my alter egos need other egos to keep them company. It's possible some others will crop up as the semester unfolds.