In the process of getting to know a long-lashed, blued-eyed kindergartner, I asked where her mom worked, and she told me that her mom was a teacher. "And does your daddy work?" I asked. "Yes," she answered. "Where does HE work?" I questioned. "At his work," the little girl answered solemnly. Stifling a giggle, I continued, "Do you know what Daddy DOES at his work?" "He works," she said in the most cooperative manner. "So Daddy works at his work," I repeated. Oh well, at least I gave it the old college try. And at that point, we moved on to talking about brothers, sisters, and pets!
