“Mom, did you know that today is Lincoln’s birthday?”

“Really?  Where did you hear that?”

“From a friend.” The six-year-old goes back to crunching on his after-school apple.

“A friend?” It’s April.  I’m pretty sure it’s not Lincoln’s birthday.

“Yeah.” He avoids my eyes.

“Which friend?”

“Well,” he sighs. “It was actually my brain’s friend.”

“Your brain’s friend?”

“Yeah. It was my lungs.”

“Oh. Your lungs told your brain it was Lincoln’s birthday?”

“Yeah. They’re always making up stories.”

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