On one of our trips to the store, Naso and Nora sat in the backseat carrying on usual conversation.
Nora: Girls mostly babysit. Boys never get to babysit.
Naso: That’s FICTION, Nora!
Nora: What?! You don’t even know what that means.
Gabi and I exchange looks and raised eyebrows. Waiting, . . . . .
Naso: Yes, I do! It means it’s not true.
Mom: Naso! Where did you learn that? Were you listening at school today?
Naso: Yes, my teacher told me what fiction was. I was listening with my new ear.
Mom: You can hear out of your ear?
Naso: Oh, yes. I hear all sorts of things. Especially fiction.