5-year-old: Mommy, I have found the perfect boy for me.
Me: Already?? I mean- you have?
5-year-old: Yes. His name is Max. He sits in front of me.
Me: And how do you know that he’s the one for you?
5-year-old: Well, he’s my best friend.
Me: That’s good.
5-year-old: Plus, I can spell his name. M-A-X.
Me: Yeah, he sounds perfect.
5-year-old: He is.