Chloe’s understandings

I had daddy duty to take the kids to church, as Rebecca stayed home to take care of Lydia on the tail-end of a fever.  After church, as we were driving home, I like to interrogate the kids on their classes to see what they learned. Since today was the first day of the new year, and hence new classes, I asked them who their teachers were.

So I started from the top, “Ethan, who was your teacher today?”
His reply, “Aly and Lily’s dad.”
“I don’t know them,” I responded.  “What’s their last name?”
“Peterson,” was his response, “but not the other Petersons.”

I then asked Tyra.  Tyra said, “Mrs Berry. Same as last year.”
I responded, “You mean, Sister Berry?”
“Yes,” she stood corrected.

“Jeremy, who did you have today?”
Jeremy answered, “Brother Stancliff”
“He told me you were really good in class,” I complimented.

“Dinah, who did you have?” I asked.
“Mrs Evans,” she said.
“You mean Sister Evans,” I corrected.
“Yeah, Sister Evans,” she said

Since I spent the first hour of nursery with Chloe, I knew who her teachers were.  I left right as they were serving goldfish and graham crackers.  “Chloe, who was your teacher?” I questioned.

“Snacks,” came her response.