Tonight as we were sitting around the dinner table, the children were giving us a recap on their day at camp. I asked William if he had met any other little boys and he shook his head and said, "No." Then he added brightly, "But I did meet a little girl!"
"Oh," I said. "How did that go?"
"Well..." he said. "It went very well. I told her, 'Hello, my name is William. What's your name?' and she said, 'My name is Robert.' "
I'm not sure why that struck me as being so funny, but I almost fell out of my chair I was laughing so hard. "Are you sure that Robert is a girl?" I asked. William sat for a moment and said, "Well ... now that you mention it, she did kind of look like a boy."
I absolutely love having five-year-olds.
They're not even trying to be funny and yet they send me in to stitches several times a day.