When I wait to get picked up, I always sit with the second and the third graders because I go with a friend in third grade. We stand around, having a good time, and then something really stupid happens. This girl, likely in second grade, comes up to me, stares at me for a good three seconds and asks me “Are you his father?”

If you pay any attention into what I do, you’ll know I’m in Sixth Grade, so I burst out laughing so hard. I’m only three years older than him! Well, I guess I got pregnant at three years old, makes perfect sense.