We went to the chiropractor today, and the receptionist let my girls choose stickers. They also picked one out for John: a drawing of a smiling little boy with the sentence "I'm a well-adjusted kid!"
Later, over lunch, Maggie asked, "The boy on John's sticker... what's his name?"
"Uh," I thought for a second, "I don't know."
Then she recited what she thought the sticker said. "I'm Well just a kid."
"His name is Well?" and she proceeded to giggle.
"No," I said. "It says 'well-adjusted.' The chiropractor gives you an adjustment..."
"... and he takes away your name??" interrupted Maggie.
At that point, we were all laughing hysterically, and any attempt at explaining a spinal sublaxation or adjustment to a five-year-old was finally out of the question.