The Joys of Teaching Second Grade
Lola had informed me long before the conference last week that her class was pretty much the worst one in the school. I figured Lo was exaggerating, but when I mentioned it to her teacher, Ms. C confirmed it and, at my slight cluck of sympathy, gushed forth with the whole sad story, including her emerging shingles.
Today, then, when Greg and I were in the car with Lola and she asked us if we knew Ms. C'd had to go to the doctor, we nodded yes.
Lo: Do you know WHY she had to go?
TR: Do you?
Lo: Did she tell you why she had stress?
TR: Did she tell YA'LL why?
Lo: She told us she lives alone with a cat. So it's nothing at home.