I have been meaning to post this so Katie can look back and laugh at herself.   On one of her school days she came home and straight off the bus she said she had a bad day and she didn’t want to talk about it.  Since she didn’t look TRULY disturbed I gave her a couple hours before pressing her on it.  When we talked about it she told me that one of the boys in her class called her a boy.  Clearly she looks nothing like a boy and the kid was hispanic so possibly he just got the noun wrong?  I explained this to her and her response was, “But then he was tapping his foot at nap time and wouldn’t sleep.  It was bothering me. And he kept looking at me!”