"... but I don't know if he could be a Jew because he is a Mexican."
Me: "What's his name?"
The Girl: "Joshua something. It starts with an R... Rez?"
Me: "Reyes? Juarez?"
The Girl: "I don't know, but I know he speaks Spanish really good."
Me: "He does? When did you hear him speak Spanish?"
The Girl: "Well, his mother seems Mexican. She speaks Spanish."
Me: "She does? When did you meet her?"
The Girl: "Well, she talks fast and I think I heard Jacob, I mean, Joshua, speak Spanish once in 3rd grade."
Me: "So you think he's Mexican and speaks Spanish, but you're not sure you've ever heard him speak Spanish, but his mother talks fast so she must be Mexican?
And Joshua Something-with-an-R told you he is Jewish?"
"What do you really know about Joshua... or Jacob?"
The Girl: "Well, I thought I knew a lot, but now I'm thinking I don't know anything about him."
Am I a bad Mom if I think my daughter is a bit of an airhead?
BTW, Orangeboy heard this conversation and had no comments. He's in the same class, but he probably knows even less about Joshua/Jacob than Sister. And, even sadder, they must have known or not known Josh/Jake R last school year also.