Every Thursday afternoon I volunteer in the school library. I help out with the first grade, then the kindergarten, and then I do some other library tasks such as entering new books into the computer catalog, straightening books on the shelves, or whatever the librarian needs done. I enjoy it, and I like seeing the kids.
Yesterday the librarian needed to speak to another teacher between the first-grade class and the kindergarten class. So I greeted the incoming kindergartners, got them settled down in the story area, and we waited for the librarian to return.
While we waited, the kids asked lots of questions, because after all, that's what little kids do best.
"Mrs. (mumbled, mangled version of my last name), do you know Little Brother?"
"Yes," I smiled. I was kind of amazed that they knew Little Brother's last name and that they'd made the connection.
"Are you his grandmother?"
Way to make me feel old, kid!