A few days ago Elijah came home from preschool and told me that some other boys in his class were calling him bad names. Of course, I pressed further. “What kind of bad names?” I asked, my mind began to run off a list of all sorts of names as I considered calling his teacher.
Elijah replied, “Like eyeball.”
No longer looking for my phone, I smiled. It must be nice to live in the world of three year old insults.