When Walker, weeks shy of becoming 5, was about to start kindergarten in Pensacola, a neighbor advised me solemnly that I should prepare him. What?
He didn't know how to count, his ABC's, what street he lived on, his birthday. Oh, my.
I started out with something simple.
"What's your name?"
"What's your other name?"
"O.K. You have THREE names. What's the middle one?"