Not Jason
It was a couple days after the youngest kids third birthday(and just under a couple weeks before the new babies were to be born) when Jason and Harry were sitting together(alone, for once) in the living room.
"Jay."
"Yeah, daddy?"
"I love you, baby boy."
"I'm not a baby boy!"
"Sorry, big boy."
"I'm not a big boy!"
"Then what are you?"
"I'm a big girl!" Jason said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Your a girl?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Since, when?"
"Forever, daddy. You know that."
"I didn't before now."
"You didn't?"
"No, I didn't sweetie, but I know now." "So, do you want me to call you a girl and my daughter and such."
"Obviously. It's what I am."
"Fair point. What about your name, do you want a new one?"
"Yeah."
"Any idea what it would be?"
"No."
"Okay, I can help you pick one. How about a Greek goddess, that's the kind of name Aphrodite, Persephone, and Artemis have."
"Okay! But, I don't know any of their names."
"I do. Hmm, oh what about Hera. She was the queen of the Gods."
"Ah, Hera. Yes, yes, yes. I want Hera to be my name. It's so pretty."
"It is pretty, just like you. So, is that your name then, Hera?"
"Yeah. Hera!"
"What about your middle name, huh?"
"Kenzy!"
"Kenzy? So, your name is 'Hera Kenzy Potter?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay, love. I still love you by the way."
"I love you too, daddy."