G: I'm not getting you anything for your birthday.
Me: That's ok.
G: You haven't told me anything you want, and time is running out. Am I supposed to read your mind?
Me: Go for it. There's nothing there.
K's teacher, calling roll: K----- F-----?
K: I'm not K----- F-----, I'm K----- S---!
(S--- being our last name, and no, it's not the bad "sh" word, although maybe it should be.)
(I guess maybe he does understand that he is about to be adopted!)
More to come, I'm quite sure.