Reese comes home from kindergarten and dumps the contents of her backpack onto the floor. She sorts through her papers, shows me her library book, and talks about her day -- playing at recess, getting ketchup in her hair at lunch, and sitting behind the boy who got into trouble on the bus. Nothing strikes me as unusual until this sentence:
"I'm the only person in my class who doesn't have a brain."
Run that by me again? Who told you that you don't have a brain?
"Look, I'll show you. I'm the only person who didn't get a brain," she repeats as she hands me this worksheet.
She's got a point. She has no brain.