" Wait! He needs a crown."
The teacher responded, "No, remember, we talked about this. He wasn't a king, that was his last name. Like your last name. So it was like his name was Martin King, and Luther was his middle name."
A little boy beside me said, "Martin (giggles)...that sounds like fartin'....Why would a parent name their kid a name that rhymed with fartin'!?"
Oh dear...what do you even say to that!? From now on as a teacher, whenever teaching about MLK, I think I will unfortunately and fondly think of him as Martin (fartin') Luther King, Jr., thanks to a 5 year old boy!