And her name is Rebecca. But whatever you do, don't call her a dragon, unless it's her idea.
Life with twin five year olds is very funny. Max is very happy to be called a soldier when he is all suited up. He loves running around and doing imaginary gun battles with Nate. Rebecca on the other hand gets quite irate if you call her a dragon when she is wearing her costume.
She glares at you if you dare call her such a thing and very firmly reminds you that her name is REBECCA. She is NOT a dragon. Then fifteen minutes later she's crawling about on all fours growling.
Hopefully she'll be a bit more reasonable come Halloween, but I'm not counting on it.