Hanging out with first graders is fun. It was my second time volunteering at the elementary school, my every Friday gig. Today, the refrain I heard over and over was, “Whose mom are you?”
I told one little red head boy with Ron Weasley-like facial expressions that I was no one’s mom. That I was just a friend.
He scrunched his face up and asked me again, “Whose mom are you?”
I’m not a mom. I’m just a friend. Is that okay?
Ron Weasley-like facial expression. No response.
Okay. Can you go and send Lily out to meet with me now?
We worked on sight words. That use is a tough one.
there's no place like gnome. 
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