I met a short person last night.
The conversation began just like any other.
me: My name is Miss Daleen. What is your name? How do you do?
short person: My name is “short person”. I am fine.
me: Wow, you are a very fast runner. How many miles per hour do you think you run?
short person: About 27 miles an hour.
me: Do you play the harmonica?
short person: no. I think I will learn how. My teacher is 65. I will ask her.
me: How old are you?
short person: seven. How old are you?
short person: That is the perfect age for you!
me: thank you
short person: My teacher plays the guitar for us each morning. We sing songs. “It is great to be a first grader” is my favorite.
short person: My teacher says we are the perfect age to be in first grade. She says, every age, no matter if you are 7 or 65 is perfect for each person.
me: Your teacher seems extremely smart.
short person: yes and she is nice.
May all teachers be as smart, nice and wise as the one I learned about last night.