The Boy and I were discussing his day when he told me the following.
TB: I read a chapter book to Mr. B. today. Me: That’s nice. Who’s Mr. B.? TB: The man I read the chapter book to. Me: But who is Mr. B.? Is he a teacher there? What does he teach? TB: He’s not a teacher. He’s a guest. Me: But why was he there? TB: Because he was a guest. Me: Does he teach something? Is he a teacher someplace else? TB: He’s not a teacher. He’s a guest. Me: But why was he there? TB: Because he was a guest. Me: What did he do at school today? TB: He listened to me read a chapter book to him. He was a guest. Me: Oh, he was a guest. TB: Yes. A guest.How silly of me to think anything different.
Roshaunda D. Cade 