Xander and I had a short talk yesterday about Martin Luther King, Jr. We talked about how people whose names are the same as their father's names have a Junior at the end of their names. He has a classmate, Jose, who is called Junior.
Today I traced his hands a bunch of times on a piece of paper and told him how a great man, Martin Luther King, Jr., wanted all people to hold hands and work together on our problems, people of all colors, races, and religious beliefs. I said he could color in the hands all different colors to remind him of this.
"But they're not real," he said.
"No," I said, "the hands are just a picture to remind us on this day when we celebrate Martin Luther King's birthday."
"Are we having presents today?" he asked.
"No," I said, "I hadn't planned any presents. Did you?"
"No," he said, "but he wants presents."
I said, "He is no longer living."
"But he wants one, so we should go underground and give him this. He wants one."
"Oh, because he is buried underground?" I asked.
"Yes."
I'll let you know how this concept progresses.
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