“i thought you didn’t like wyatt a.” i said to jaycie who had been rambling on about how very, very cool she was that she got to play on the first grade playground now.
“well, sometimes i do.”
“oh,” i said, somewhat surprised because i am pretty sure this is the same wyatt a. who not only told jaycie that her pilgrim hat was stupid, but also told her that her birthday treats were disgusting.
“he’s friends with jordan.”
“is jordan a boy or a girl.”
“he’s a boy aunt jodi. jordan and wyatt are both boys. they’re kinda mean and kinda cool.”
“all boys are kinda mean and kinda cool, jaycie.”
“why aunt jodi?”
“because they can be.”