Role Play = Foul Play

I'm completely open in the fact that Makenna watches Disney movies on a regular basis. I love them. I can make dinner in peace and quiet. She loves them. They have all her favorite princesses. It's a win, win.
Except when she's intent on role playing.

Take 1: Mama, you're Scar and I be Simba, okay?

Take 2: You be all the dwarfs and I am Snow White.

Take 3: I'm Penny and you have to be Medusa. (The Rescuers)

Take 4: I be Ariel, okay Mama? And you be Ursula, or her daddy, King Tritan. Okay?

Take 5: (Makenna) Hey Mama, you are the Beast.
(Me) Well who are you then?
(Makenna) Belle, silly Mama. I am Belle and you are the Beast.


What even is that? Should I be worried in the slightest that my daughter thinks of me as the villain in her little 3-year-old mind? Or complimented that I have been given the second most important role in her movie? I suppose I'll settle on the latter.

p.s. We're at Target tonight and she looks up from the cart and states:
"Mama, your eyes are red. You drank too much Diet Coke. That's why you have red eyes." Thanks kid. Nothing like a pick-me-up after a long hard day.

This is at her Thanksgiving Feast at preschool this week. I got to help serve her class. So fun to watch her with her little friends.