When my daughter was in her sophomore year in high school, I remember a time when we visited a really trendy boutique with really HIGH prices one Saturday. She and her best friend had appointed me designated driver for the trip as they scoped out "hot" boys and well as "hot" clothes. I asked her to define "hot boy" for me but all I got was an eyeroll and "Oh Motherrrrrrrr". A pair of designer jeans in the shop retailed for anywhere from $150.00 to $350.00 so I didn't plan on more than a few minutes in the shop before we moved on.
We entered the shop and the first thing they noticed was a handsome young man behind the counter who turned out to be the manager. My daughter whispered for me to please move away from them so "it won't seem like we are with my mother". I gladly obliged and went to the other end of the store. Low and behold, the young man walked in my direction instead of my two young charges. "Are you a teacher"? he asked. I replied that I was. He said "Do you teach Kindergarten?" I told him that I did indeed teach Kindergarten. "Do you remember W..., a short little guy?" All of a sudden, I realized that the adorable little boy I had taught so many years ago who barely reached my kneecap was now a young adult in his late twenties!" Without thinking, I threw my arms around him and gave him a big hug. We laughed and were reminiscing when who should walk up but my daughter! "We've been looking everywhere for you Mom" she told me. I thought to myself "and donkeys fly!" but went on to introduce her and her friend to my former student.

