Fond Memories of The Known and Unknown

Tonight, at bedtime, Daniel was eagerly showing Ian and me his preschool class picture from last year. I found out who was nice and who was sort of mean, and that he really loves Lexi - which, of course, I already knew... But every few faces, he'd say, "I don't know who that is," and then he'd go on with the next name.

Ian caught and identified the pattern, in a painfully crisp summary that sounds more like a middle-aged Englishman than an eight-year-old American boy:

"A pattern of 'I-don't-know-who-that-is,' and then, the name..."

(November 17, 2011)