January 24

As a teacher, I have been called "mom" more times than I can count. It's happened with every age-group that I've taught, from preschool to middle school. Today was a first, though. Today, one of my sweet, adorable, sparkly, three-year-old, preschool boys called me "Grandma K". Grandma K. Now, he is only three years old, and he does have a young mom, but NO WAY I am old enough to be his grandmother! I called him on it and asked him if I looked like a Grandma to him. He told me yes. He's given me a total complex, now. I broke out the microderm abrasion kit and eye wrinkle cream last night. It's really not helping matters that my birthday is in the very near future, either, and I am already feeling old. It's a good thing this kid is cute! (Obviously, for legal reasons, I can't post a picture of him. I cropped the hell out of the picture I have of him so you can get an idea of what this cutie looks like, but not be able to identify him).