I have to tell this story...but is so sad, but funny. I was talking to someone at my part time job about "my kids"...meaning the 7th grade kids I teach. Well...he knew what i was talking about. I said, "Well, I only have 7 (meaning in my class)." He said, "Wow, just seven." I said, "Well, they are diagnosed mentally retarded or emotionally disturbed, so that keeps me busy with seven." The funny part. This other guy was doing something nearby and said, "Um, I dont mean to be rude, but this explains why you looked mad when I saw you at the store." I was like, "What does that have to do with looking mad." He felt so bad, it was like his heart was crushed for me. He said, "Oh my goodness, I couldnt do that, I would have stopped after 2." Thats when I realized he thought I have 7 kids of my one, all with disabilities.
SO NOW, I always make sure people know what i am talking about when i say "My Kids"
