I visit the Kindergarten classes during the course of my work day. It's fun to see them sitting at their little tables, four or five to a group, eating their snacks and talking to each other like they're grown-ups at a dinner party.
Today, I overheard this conversation:
"My brother is crazy."
"How do you know he's crazy?" Said his friend, not in a disbelieving or challenging way, but entirely interested, as if he was going to go home and diagnose his own family for signs of crazy.
As an aside, Five sang himself to sleep tonight. His lullaby? Boom boom pow, by the Black Eyed Peas. No idea where he's heard it from, but he did a very good job of it.