T and his friend approach me as I enter the Kindergarten classroom; both of their faces are lit up brilliantly.
“Sleepover!” T says excitedly. His friend beams from behind him and nods enthusiastically.
“Can we have a sleepover?”
“Not tonight.” I turn to his friend. “I’ll leave a note so your mom or dad can call me and we’ll set something up. Okay?”
“My dad doesn’t live with us anymore because he sleeped with someone else.”
*blank stare* “Oh. Okay…well…your mom can call me then.”
Which leaves me to wonder: how does T handle the same type of conversation in regards to his father and I? Does he still talk about how daddy had to move out because he “farts all the time”**?
**Honestly, that’s something that came out of T’s mouth a couple years ago. Whether his dad had to move out because he farts all the time. I still laugh about it. So does T.