Ana is less prone to saying randomly cute things nowadays

and so I have fewer Ana-cdotes than I used to.

But here's one:

We had just left the school when I saw Ana's classmate Billy. I know it's Billy because he is very short. Really very short.

And Billy's mother sees us and goes "Hey, isn't that one of your classmates?"

Billy: Oh, that's just Ana. She hates me.
Grown-ups: Uh....
Ana: That's right, I hate him.
Me: Um... well, don't take it personally, she hates all the boys.

It was very awkward, as I'm sure you can understand, and the matter-of-fact way they said this didn't actually help.

Several hours later, at bedtime, Ana looked at me and said "That's not true, you know. I don't hate all the boys."

Me: You don't?
Ana: No! Just the annoying ones!
Me: I don't know, sometimes it sounds to me like there isn't a single boy in your class you can stand.
Ana: That's not true!

And then she began to list them all, by name. Apparently, there are two boys she doesn't hate - one because he doesn't talk to her, and the other because he doesn't talk at all! She specifically "broke up with" (this seems to mean "stopped being friends with", I realized by listening carefully) Billy because "he likes me and always wants to sit next to me, so I had to tell him I hate him". But a week later they had made up again... sorta. She was clear to me (if not to him, I wasn't there for this conversation) that if he keeps on being so irritatingly friendly she'd have to not be his friend.