Five-Year-Old Logic

She’s excited, an entire weekend with Grandma and Grandpa. She chatters about friends, answers questions about school, then blurts, “I don’t like Katy, she’s stupid.” I’m primed to lecture on name-calling, when she adds, “She pushed me down, and hurt my head.” “That wasn’t very nice,” I say. “Oh, she’s nice,” she says. “I don’t know why she’s stupid."