Kaitlyn has a French boyfriend.
When I pick her up at school, they are always sitting together in the window watching for their mothers.
Today, they weren’t sitting together. But when I went in to get her, he brought me her backpack. Then he and his friend stood there and just sorta smiled at Kaitlyn.
As we walked out through the playground, I asked her his name. She said she doesn’t know. (I bet she does) I asked her if he speaks French. She said yes. I asked her if she speaks French she said no. I asked her if that mattered. I didn’t really get an answer… but I didn’t really need one.