Life is hard, man. C dissolved into tears when he opened his after school cereal bar and it broke in half. He had both pieces, but it broke. Yesterday when I picked him up he was (as usual) sitting at the Lego table building a plane. There were a couple other kids there, too (popular place!). I asked him about his plane and if he was finished with it so we could go home. He tells me "That kid asked me what my name is." Me: Did you tell him? C: No. Me: Well, ok, it's your choice if you don't want to tell him I guess. C: Yeah, it's MY choice. I don't want him to know my name. Me: Maybe he's just trying to be nice and be your friend though. He likes legos too! C: A is my best friend! Me: But you had other friends at school too, like E and (another) A. C: But A is my best friend still, and E and A!