Leo unpacked his school folder and brought me a little movie-ticket-looking thingy. It was an invitation to one of his classmate’s birthday party.
Leo: “What’s this?”
Me: “It’s an invitation to Kynzie’s birthday party.”
Leo: “Who is Kynzie?”
Me: “Well, I’m guessing it’s someone in your class.”
Leo: “There’s no one in my class named ‘Kynzie’. There’s a girl named ‘MacKynzie’ but not ‘Kynzie'”.
Me: “It’s the same kid, buddy. Her Mom probably just calls her ‘Kynzie’.”
Leo was quiet and sort-of looked off into space contemplating something…
Me: “What are you thinking about?”
Leo: “It’s just sad…it makes me feel sad that MacKynzie’s Mom doesn’t even know her real name. She must’ve been adopted, I guess. I’m glad she found a home.”
I’m pretty sure that 5-year-olds are responsible for the majority of bad information floating around out there, y’all. They just make sh*t up and run with it. I hope he doesn’t ask MacKynzie about her birth parents at her party…that might put a damper on things.