I don’t know why, but kids like to talk about their parents’ ages. It is as predictable a subject of conversation as what they’re going to be for Halloween or whether or not Santa Claus really exists. Every year, at some time, I will hear a student ask another, “How old is your mom?”
The other day, I walked down the third-grade hall. There was a sub who looked so familiar to me. “Zaidee?” I said. It caught the sub off guard. Zaidee laughed and I gave her a big hug.