Another of Lincoln's teachers came to me to tell me a story.  Lincoln had a stuffy nose and he went over to get a tissue in his classroom.  An aide asked him if he had a cold.  Lincoln replied and said, "No.  I'm not sick.  My nose just isn't working properly."  Funny!

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.

While driving home today a song by a popular singer who I don't care for came on the radio. I turned the radio all the way down. Lincoln asked why. I replied by saying that I don't really like the songs that this person sings. Again, he asked why. I explained that her songs don't make me feel good inside because she sings about making bad choices. He nodded his head and said, "Oh. I get it. She sings about picking her nose, right?"  I suppressed my giggle and said, "she says some naughty words in her songs too."  Again, he understood and said, "Does she say words like stupid?"  Oh the innocence!

Today while watching a movie about Abinadi and King Noah Lincoln said, "King Noah is kind of like a crazy little ape."