tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527406.post112128948023568943..comments2023-10-29T10:07:36.403-05:00Comments on Chalkdust: When I grow up...Dreehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16466238076903428067noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527406.post-1121341933419129162005-07-14T06:52:00.000-05:002005-07-14T06:52:00.000-05:00Knowing this child, that was probably exactly what...Knowing this child, that was probably exactly what he thought. He just can't imagine me doing my job without him. :)Dreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16466238076903428067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527406.post-1121315050146742792005-07-13T23:24:00.000-05:002005-07-13T23:24:00.000-05:00I like this conversation a lot. Perhaps he was try...I like this conversation a lot. Perhaps he was trying to wrap his mind around the fact that you'll continue teaching next year without him in your class. He might have just assumed that you'd move on to another line of work, now that he was gone.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7527406.post-1121308095188516582005-07-13T21:28:00.000-05:002005-07-13T21:28:00.000-05:00That is hilarious. My daughter has asked me what ...That is hilarious. <BR/><BR/>My daughter has asked me what I want to be. I once made the mistake of saying, "I'm a mom," and she looked at me with such disdain and said, "That's not a job," that I withered under her scorn. Ah, the rewards of being a mom.SuzanHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00694831350340366222noreply@blogger.com