The Boy and I were discussing his day when he told me the following.

TB: I read a chapter book to Mr. B. today.

Me: That’s nice.  Who’s Mr. B.?

TB: The man I read the chapter book to.

Me: But who is Mr. B.?  Is he a teacher there?  What does he teach?

TB: He’s not a teacher.  He’s a guest.

Me: But why was he there?

TB: Because he was a guest.

Me: Does he teach something?  Is he a teacher someplace else?

TB: He’s not a teacher.  He’s a guest.

Me: But why was he there?

TB: Because he was a guest.

Me: What did he do at school today?

TB: He listened to me read a chapter book to him.  He was a guest.

Me: Oh, he was a guest.

TB: Yes. A guest.

 

How silly of me to think anything different.