The five-minute drive to school every morning yields some interesting conversations between Caleb and I . . .
Me: Caleb, who’s your best friend at school?
Caleb: Well, I have lots of best friends.
Me: Not just one?
Caleb: No. I have lots of good friends. But I’m going to pick a best friend today.
Me: Oh? How are you going to do that?
Caleb: Well, the next one who does something nice for me will be my best friend.
Caleb: Except if it’s a girl.
Me: Girls can be your friends.
Caleb: But if I pick a girl to be my best friend, then she’ll just want to get married with me.
Oh, the workings of a five-year-old mind! I had a good chuckle over this one.