My two youngest granddaughters spent the day at my place recently. The new school year just got underway, and it was a good chance to get their assessments of teachers, classmates, etc.
Seven-year-old Maddie started 2nd grade this year, which isn’t a major change. But Sarah, age four, moved up to Pre-Kindergarten. She now goes to the elementary school with the big kids.
Everything seems to be going well, because they mostly answered my questions with a terse “fine” or “okay” or “I guess.” In this situation, I take such responses to be positive.
Sarah, she of the blond hair, pale complexion, and flawless skin, had a small red spot on her cheek. It looked more like a blemish than an injury.
“Hey, Cupcake,” I said, “There’s a red spot next to your nose. What did you do to yourself?”
She paused from blowing milk bubbles in her sippy cup, pursed her lips, gazed pensively into the distance, and took a deep breath.
“Well, the thing is, I got shot,” she explained.
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, it’s a gunshot wound. An accidental gunshot wound.”
“Oh, man, that’s awful!” I said. “Did they rush you to the hospital?”
“Actually, it happened IN the hospital.”
“IN the hospital?”
“Yes, on the day I was born. When the doctor delivered me from Mommy’s stomach, he stabbed me with one of his instruments.”
“He stabbed you?”
“Yes. Right in the cheek. It was an accident.”
“I certainly hope so.”
“Oh, yes, it definitely was. I don’t remember that far back, but Mommy said it was an accident.”
“So… the red spot isn’t from a gunshot wound. It’s from being stabbed the day you were born.”
“Yes. I got mixed up about the gunshot wound. That was another time.”
“For someone so young, you’ve led an exciting life,” I observed.
“I guess.”
“Hey, Rocky,” said Maddie, “My teacher is Miss Cook. I know her from last year, ’cause her class was across the hall.”
“My teacher is Miss Vanhalanger,” said Sarah. “That’s a long name, so we call her Miss Van.”
“How do you like Miss Van?”
“Fine.”
Miss Van and Sarah.
Sarah's gunshot or stab wound.
Mr. Write's Page 
Sarah is adorable! And she has had an exciting life.
Ms. Van could be the next Ms. America. Sheez.
Sarah is quite a character. She keeps me supplied with story material. As for Ms. Van, I never had a teacher who looked remotely like her.
“Yes. I got mixed up about the gunshot wound. That was another time.”
haha, that was a great read, kids are so cute….too bad they grow up…to become stupid adults…