Aletheia: Daddy, come meet Birdie.
Me: Who’s Birdie?
Aletheia: She’s a girl who’s attached to a boy.
Me: That sounds terrible.
Aletheia: No, no, no. They’re just friends.
Aletheia: Daddy, come meet Birdie.
Me: Who’s Birdie?
Aletheia: She’s a girl who’s attached to a boy.
Me: That sounds terrible.
Aletheia: No, no, no. They’re just friends.