Empathy belly

In my last post I wrote about some of the funny conversations I've recently had with kids at work. Dianne responded and said that one of her students had once asked if she was pregnant.

Today at work a kid asked me if I was pregnant. No lie! I graciously refrained from responding with what I was really thinking, which was: Dude, what the fuck?

Today I helped a six-year-old girl type the word "Sunday." She spelled and I typed. Only I didn't put the capital letter. She accused me of forgetting it. I said, "You didn't say capital S. If you said capital S, I would have typed it." She said firmly: "But you already know that because you're older. You're like an adult already and you know everything.'

Flattered, I said, "Thank you!" To which she clarified: "About school."

It's true, I've mastered everything. I guess that's why they call it a master's degree.