Thanks?

I was outside talking to an aide about a student when another student approached us and asked if we were in line. For lunch. For the 8th grade lunch. Because I look thirteen.

 

I am not complaining though, because I do prefer this over what the kindergartener said to me the other day. I entered the class just as they were lining up at the door. The girl at the front of the line, eye level to my knee, poked it and asked, "What happened?" I didn't see any marks, so I figured it was the freckles, and told her so. Then she pointed up at my face, and asked, "What happened to your face?" Um...I was born this way.