I volunteer every Monday for Emma’s teacher. I do officey type stuff…copies, cutting, assembling, stapling… You know, the stuff the teachers don’t have a lot of time to do because they’re TEACHING.
As I was checking in at the office, the class intern (a high school student) was just checking out. We greeted each other and then the following conversation took place…
Me: Hi! How are you?
Her: Good! Are you volunteering in the classroom today?
Me: Well, I’m actually headed to the volunteer workroom for her today.
Her: Oh. Shoot.
Me: Why? What’s up?
Her: It’s just that you’re the Tallest Mom we have.
Her: She needs stuff to hang off the ceiling and I’m too short to do it, even when I’m standing on the chair, so I was just thinking since you’re the Tallest Mom we have, that you might be able to reach it.
Me: Well, of course if she needs help in the classroom, then that’s where I’ll go.
Her: Oh, good. I’m sure you’ll be able to reach it.
As far as I’m concerned, it’s only a matter of time before the transformation to my alter-ego is complete…