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?"

"Walker."

"What's your other name?"

"Dollahon."

"O.K. You have THREE names. What's the middle one?"

"Ma-jean."

-Mimi