"Mrs. Williford, could you pray that my parents can have another baby?"
One of my kindergarten students asked me this question, back when I was spending all of my days in a community of primary colors, sight words, and bulletin boards.
"You bet, kiddo. Would you like to be a big sister?"
"Yes, but my daddy has a low sperm count, so it's not easy for my parents to have babies. I'm really quite a blessing."
And so there you go. Look out, parents of small children. Your child's teacher knows a whole lot about you. A whole lot. She'll try to keep a straight face at the next parent-teacher conference.
(I recognize the irony, that I too am the mom on display through my child's lens and vocabulary. God, help me.)