I was the site supervisor for a program called Building Blocks. The purpose of which is to help build stronger neighborhoods by building stronger neighbor connections. After several meetings and planning sessions with the participating residents, it was time for work and my son came along on our first work day just before lunch to see what's all the hubbub, bub.
We walked down the street with one participating resident after lunch who was very kind and sweet and possessed a shiny outlook at life. As we watched my son bounce along ahead of us, pointing at all the stuff everywhere (a constant stream of conscious speak at that age for him) she turned and said to me (she'd sat at the picnic table with us and had lunch sitting next to my son observing him, impressed with his ability to communicate apparently) "He is very well spoken. Is his mother a teacher?"
Mind you she'd only met me and must have assumed his ability to communicate so eloquently did NOT come from me, and could only be explained by his mothers career.
SMOKEBOMB!!!!
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