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.
