Childhood Memory

So I have this childhood memory that has stuck with me for a long time. I was talking about childhood memories with some friends the other night, and I remembered this one today. I'm on the playground after a day field trip in kindergarten in Connecticut. One of my buddies and I ask some kid what his dad does for work. He says he's Secretary of State. We make fun of him and call his dad a secretary. Now, in retrospect, I'm sure this guys dad wasn't Secretary of State for the United States. In fact, I'm pretty sure I later found out from my parents that he was Secretary of State for the state of Connecticut. But still, I can remember this poor kid trying to explain it to us, and us just being ruthless. I'm sure his dad is some big shot politician, and we just called him a secretary over and over. Not that there's anything wrong with being a secretary or anything, but come on, we were five. Now, I'm not gonna sit here and say I'm sorry that I was so mean to the kid; I'm sure he got over it. I just think it's kind of funny. 5 year olds can be so mean.