Today I heard a banshee shrieking across the classroom, "Mr. Plumber! Mr. Plumber!" I thought this was merely child's play and some sort of pretend game of Bob-the-Builder. Unfortunately I saw that the little banshee was looking directly at me for guidance, as another child had stolen their firemen truck from them. I said," Are you talking to me?" and he replied, "Yes! MR. PLUMBER!" He actually thought my name was Mr. Plumber. Sort of sounds like Miss Thomas, no?
Humiliating for several reasons:
1. I am not a male (not that they can even tell at that age how to distinguish)
2. My name has been Miss Thomas to them for weeks
3. I found out Mr. Plumber is the 60 year old, white-haired, looming beast of a music teacher the children used to have before Christmas. If this is what the child is drawing upon for inspiration, I need a new look.
Oh brother.
