Setting: Friday afternoon. My classroom.
Walter*Teacha, you know what?
Me: What?
Walter: You know what the point of you is?
Me: Hmm… to make sure that you know how to read
Walter: No. To be holding my ice cream so I can get my coat on for recess.
Though I like to think that there is more of a point (or just more points?) to my life than to be an ice cream holder so a small child with poor motor skills can do up his coat, his statement charmed me – and has made me proud of the excellent way I hold his ice cream every-freaking-day.
What is the point of you?
(*And seriously, that’s how he says ‘teacher’. Teacha. He’s so damn cute he makes those Anne Geddes pictures look ugly.)
