Mr. President, your name is difficult for a five-year-old

Colin, discussing with me and Cameron his Fall Party tomorrow:

"Mom, Mrs. W. (his teacher) said that none of the parents have to bring any games tomorrow. Someone else is bringing the games."

Me: "Oh, okay, Colin."

Colin, explaining further: "I think it's Mr. F. (school principal) that's going to bring the games."

Me: "Oh. That's nice of him to do that."

Cameron: "Col, who is Mr. F?"

Colin: "He is the president at school."

Me: "No, bud, he isn't the president....he is the school principal, Col."

Colin: "Oh, that's right. The president is....is....Ockbama."