Breuklyn: Mom, I have a new friend and he is the smartest kid in the class.
Me: Oh, yeah? Who is your new friend?
B: His name is Noah.
M: That sounds like a nice name. Is he in your class?
B: Yes, but he doesn't sit at my table. He sits at the red table with Luke.
M: So, why is Noah is the smartest?
B: (Looking incredulous) Um, because his name says so.
M: (Stares blankly)
B: (Rolling her eyes) Mom! His name is Noah. He knows everything. Get it? He know-ahs everything.
M: Wow. You Kindergartners really do know everything.
B: My name should have been Noah.