After popping over to the City with the missus for the California Academy of Science’s Thursday night, 21-and-over “NightLife,” I went to school Friday with the remnants of a blue stamp on my hand.
One of my students noticed as I pulled some pages from the printer and I looked up to see her staring at it in wide-eyed fascination. I gave the patented OK, what’s going through your lil’ pun’kin head? look, and she blurted out, “Mr. Larsen, did you used to be a Jew?”
My first thought was, “Well, at least they know about the Holocaust. It must have recently come up in World History or something.”
My second thought: “How old do I look today?”