The other day one of Lincoln's teachers pulled me aside to tell me a story.  She said that his assignment was to listen to a story and to retell the story in his own words stating the characters and the important details.  She proceeded to tell him a story about a little girl whose parents had to go to a meeting so the little girl was going to stay home alone.  She was nervous about it, but everything turned out to be fine. 
Soon it was Lincoln's turn to retell the story.  He said, "Once upon a time there was a girl named Jessica.  Jessica's parents got invited to go to a big disco dance party in L.A.  When they got to the party they saw that there was a disco ball and a Ferris wheel!"  The teacher stopped Lincoln to make sure that he understood the instructions.  She said, "Lincoln, did you know that you are supposed to tell me the story that I told you?"  He lovingly put his hand on her arm and looked at her and said, "I know Mrs. Liston.  I was just trying to help you make your story much more interesting." 
She laughed and laughed.  She said he was so sincere and sweet.  When she told me the story tears of laughter were rolling down her cheeks.  She thinks he is a very funny boy.  She then told Lincoln that after he tells her the story she told, he could tell her whatever story he wanted.  He reluctantly agreed and successfully completed his task.  Ha!
What a sweetheart.