My boy got married! One day you are holding him, rocking him and singing over him with prayers for his future. Then he starts walking and opens up a whole new set of adventures. Before long, he’s talking up a storm (and I me, he was ALWAYS talking). He says “I love you, Mommy” a hundred times a day. His favorite place is right between mommy and daddy. Then, he’s off to school. We both cried a bit and tried to be tough. But it was a bittersweet day. Then he got in the car the first day of kindergarten and squealed “I love school!” And off we went on the next adventure.

Before long, he was playing all the sports, playing the piano and reading all the books. Every single minute was so much fun and we soaked up every experience. His friends moms became my friends. We shared the fun times with a big village of wonderful friends. There were so many wonderful coaches and teachers in elementary school that just poured into Harrison. And, of course, he became a big brother and that changed his whole world.

Then, off to middle school on a mother adventure. Woo Doggy…middle school is not for the faint of heart! But my boy gained a whole bunch of new friends and soaked up every minute of it all. It was the first time for school sports. The first time to sit out a season cuz he didn’t think he needed to turn in his science homework. And the beginning of building a strong work ethic and becoming more outgoing and starting to hone his leadership gene. There were always a bunch of boys in the driveway shooting hoops, eating our food and drinking our drinks. It was pretty awesome!

Then off to high school and all that entailed. More friends. Running hundreds of miles. Making his faith his own. Deepening friendships. And we went along for the ride to everything…me, Joe, Clara and Judy (Clara’s bitty baby). In about a minute, high school was over. And off he went to college. It seemed like the sweetest and saddest time all at once. It is fun to watch your kids soar. But it changes the rhythm of your life completely. And the rhythm is never the same again. But the new song is sweet too.

Then…he falls in love. REALLY falls in love, from the depths of his soul. And God brings the sweetest bride who we could not love any more. And you watch as God fulfills the promises that we had prayed for his entire life. It was the sweetest day filled with tears of joy and lots of laughter.

September 24, 2021 was the sweetest of days! Harrison proposed to his sweet Riley and SHE SAID YES!

Since Harrison was little, we have prayed for his wife. And God blessed him (and us) with the most precious bride. So, on 9/24/21 Riley’s family and our family hid in the Colcord Hotel in downtown OKC. Then Harrison and Riley, along with Riley’s sister Sloan and brother-in-law Jonathan, drove up to the valet. Harrison told Riley they were going to go for a walk first before dinner. They walked across the street and Riley’s roommates had set up everything that Harrison had gotten for the proposal at The Myriad Gardens.

After they walked into the gardens, we all walked over and hid behind the trees and watched from a distance as Harrison poured out his heart to Riley. Then, he knelt on one knee and asked Riley to marry him. We all screamed with delight when she said yes! We could not be happier for these two.

March 26, 2021 was the last time I held my dad’s hand. I always said that Dad had “farmer’s hands”. They were broad and strong and aged from the sun. I’d know those hands anywhere. They were the hands that held me as an infant, held my hand as a little girl, dug in the dirt planting and weeding his garden, thumbed through his Bible as he prepared for sermons, raised in the air with excitement when his Huskers won, squeezed my should as I sat by him. I’d know them anywhere.

After a LONG battle with Alzheimers, Dad passed away peacefully at home on March 26, 2021. I was with him the last few days. He didn’t know me, but I hope that he heard me as I spoke to him. The last few months of his life were rough, he was in the hospital a lot, he was difficult with confusion. But until then, he had a sweet, gentle spirit. Whenever me or my brother Kim came to see him, he couldn’t call us by name anymore. But you could see on his face, that his heart knew that he loved us, even though he wasn’t clear who we were.

Dad was an imperfect man (like us all), with a generous spirit and a kind heart. He made mistakes in his life. No one was harder on him than himself. Oh Lord, there were years that he was so frustrating! He always answered a question with a question. But I never, ever doubted his love for me. When we told him he was going to be a grandpa…he told us “No, I’m not!” We let him know that he didn’t get a say in it, it just happened to him. When Harrison was born, he was a goner. Head over heels in love the minute he saw him. And when we brought Clara home, he fell instantly in love with his girl!

Clara (our little farmer at heart), loved to be in the garden with Grandpa Z. He’d pick her a fresh tomato or green bean and she was happy as a clam. He would dig out his old baseball glove or get out the golf clubs to play with Harrison. When he and Jean had to give up the garden, it was a very sad day. That was where you would always find Dad when you came. Even as the Alzheimers got worse, he tended to want to slip out that back door to go to the garden. So many of my memories are of him bent over pulling weeds or fussing with plants in the garden. He would have some crazy looking hat, a “wife beater” t-shirt and a ratty pair of shorts on…his uniform.

Next to his garden, food was his favorite thing. The man would eat anything…literally! But pie was his favorite. Way back when I first moved to OKC he would come to Pioneer pies and buy two or three pies at a time…all for himself. Haha! He would also walk all over town (so the pie eating never caught up with him). And he would go to great lengths to save a dime. He’d drive all over town to find the cheapest gas, then go back to the first one if it was cheapest. He couldn’t seem to get that driving all over town defeated the fifteen cents he saved on his tank of gas. He would buy whatever was on sale at the grocery store…even if no one but him would eat it. I can still picture cans of beets in our pantry (I don’t eat beets to this day).

What a blessing to be that quirky guy’s daughter! I’m thankful for a life calling him Dad.

I’ve been telling my students to start a journal so you will remember this time when you are older.  Yet I haven’t written down much of anything (except prayers).  So, this is mostly just for me to remember specific things about this time.

 

• March 15 – First Facebook Live church service
• March 16 Spring Break – we started social distancing
• March 17ish – School cancelled for two weeks after spring break
• March 25 – Schools closed for the rest of the year
• Phase 1 – gradual reopening

 

“New Normal”

• People hoarding toilet paper…not sure why…GI issues are not related to COVID19
• Actually, people hoarding all kinds of stuff!
• Store shelves are empty.
• I mean, seriously hoarding stuff.
•  Some of these people won’t have to buy toilet paper for years.
• Social distancing is pretty sweet at first for us introverts.
• Books are read, puzzles are done, art supplies are purchased, movies are watched
• Dinner together every night (pretty awesome)
• Dance classes on Zoom
• Toilet paper…people are hoarding it
• Still not sure on the toilet paper thing
• Actually eating all the food in our freezer and cabinets
• Husband asks in all seriousness, “has our grocery costs gone up?”
• Man child eating all meals here, see above question
• Seriously closed my exercise ring almost daily
• Don’t be impressed with above statement
• I have to go on walks to get the average number of steps I get at school each day
• Walks do not outweigh (yes, I get the pun) the cooking and eating
• Baked banana bread, cookies, apple pie, rolls
• Made chicken fried steak for first time in years
• EVERY SINGLE NIGHT around 9:15 the man child turns into an 8 year old and annoys the crap out of his sister
• Sister is by the far easiest person in the world to be quarantined with
• Cello lessons on zoom with “Mr. Peter Markes”
• Gas as low as $1.24/gallon
• Above doesn’t matter, we don’t go anywhere
• Shipt shoppers are from heaven
• Amazon prime is WELL worth it’s cost
• Reflecting is not optional
• Slowing down brings lots of opportunities to be prayerful
• Letters have been written
• I love snail mail
• I actually typed “I love snail male” which would be super weird
• My best friend from junior high and high school died
• It sucks
• She was so special and impacted my life in the best ways
• It was hard to do online funeral
• Yet it was beautiful and honored Jenny perfectly
• When this is over maybe we will get to have a party in her honor
• Friends are a huge blessing
• Texting daily with friends during this time helps deepen friendships
• Zooming with friends can be fun
• It’s good to see faces and laugh together
• Zooming with students is fun too
• Sometimes they bring their life size stuffed tigers to their zoom class
• People still hoarding toilet paper
• Praise God for lots of beautiful weather
• Many, many meals eaten on the back porch
• So…ducks “do it”
• I did not know that
• AND…I didn’t need to see that
• We are quiet people
• Getting deliveries is pretty exciting
• Making door drops is fun too
• Love seeing people being WAY more grateful for people who serve them
• Praying with our church body online each day at noon
• I miss my students
• Definitely praying more specifically for my students these days
• For some reason, reading books is harder than usual during this
• Ellen doing her show from home is hysterical
• Longer I sit here, the more things I want to update in my house
• Eating dessert every night has consequences
• Just saying
• I apologize for anyone who might see me at the pool
• Assuming we get to go to the pool
• Goodwill needs to reopen
• EVERYONE has been cleaning out closets
• Gonna be a lot of crap at Goodwill
• My baby is gonna be in high school
• No 8th grade graduation
• No farewell to middle school
• Man child sure missed coaching track
• He’s read SO many coaching books
• The guys watched Tiger King
• Can’t do it
• Too much HGTV
• Too many ideas for projects
• I’m not a worrier
• But sleep is hard some nights
• My girl has been reading with us every night
• Not her idea
• Our pond in the neighborhood has snakes
• I don’t do snakes
• We have horses on our neighborhood walk too
• I’m not an animal person
• But those horses are beautiful
• Surprise chats on the front porch with friends is priceless
• I feel for the extroverts right now
• It must be so hard
• I’m not a crier
• But sometimes a good cry is helpful
• It’s worth a sunburn to sit in a parking lot with friends to catch up
• I’m thankful that God is sovereign
• Did I mention we are a quiet bunch
• Music is soothing
• The man child moves out in two days
• I’m gonna miss him
• It’s fun watching your kids come into their own
• I hear cello music upstairs
• I love that too
• So thankful for our jobs
• Even though they are weird right now
• So many people having to make really hard decisions right now
• We have never enjoyed our back patio more
• Man child loves to office out there
• Again, so thankful for the beautiful weather
• I seriously wear the same 3 or 4 pairs of jeans or shorts
• I own other clothes
• Not gonna lie, I like sleeping past 5:15
• I don’t understand people not liking to sleep late
• No humans have been harmed during this quarantine
• Haven’t worn jewelry or perfume in weeks
• It has taken me two weeks to remember to finish this
• So, man child has moved out
• So fun watching him make his house a home
• It’s quiet around here without him
• My girl misses her friends
• We all do
• Want this to be over
• Yet…not completely
• It’s a sweet, simple time
• Lots of time to reflect

One of my favorite things in life is watching my kids grow.  When they are little, it’s a matter of watching them physically grow along with watching their personalities, character, interests grow.  Twenty-three years later, I still love observing my kids growing in so many ways.

My girl, she’s always been a quiet, gentle spirit.  She has always been so easy going and just goes with the flow.  Some things that would drive me crazy, she was able to just let it roll off her.  I admired that!  As she has grown, she just never needed to be in charge, be the leader, be the boss (not saying I have any other kid that has those needs).  Guiding her, coaching her, Joe and I have tried to balance encouraging that sweet spirit with teaching her to be assertive and bold.  We always said, she was born to be the baby, because she just had such an innocent sweetness.

This year, especially the last 6 months, I’ve seen her stepping out, realizing that she can be a leader.  She looks at situations and remembers what it was like to be the younger person in those situations, and realizes that maybe she can be a leader or an encourager in that place now.  She doesn’t have a burning need to be the center of attention, but she desires to find a way to contribute and help.  She has had the opportunity to help in some classes with some tiny dancers over the last few years.  And she has discovered that she loves to teach the little ones.  Every day I’m excited to see where God will lead Clara.  I love watching her grow and learn and shine her light.

Then there’s my boy.  The child was born with a big personality.  Someone asked me the other day how he liked coaching.  I told them he’d been waiting his whole life to be the boss of someone!  Haha!  He used to be just horrified at the thought of being up in front of people.  He absolutely refused a solo in 4th grade, much to his music teacher’s disappointment.  Even in high school, he just didn’t like to be up in front of people to speak or anything.  He’s always been bold to speak what he believes.  But not in front of an audience.

In college, God grew him in so many ways.  He faithfully sought God’s will for his life.  His major changed several times.  God kept refining him.  He was a normal college kid, in the sense that he made mistakes, was humbled, had successes, learned a lot.  We were thrilled when he was hired to teach middle school Bible at a private Christian school.  AND, he would get the opportunity to coach.  It has been so fun watching him this first season coaching 7th and 8th grade basketball.  He’s had so much fun getting to know these boys and watching them grow.  And when he puts his arm around one of his boys to encourage them, gathers them up during a timeout, tries to control his desire to do his happy dance at the end of a hard fought win…this mama gets all the feels.

It’s been over 18 months since I started this journey of locating my birth family.  There have been highs and lows, to say the least.  But one thing in this journey has been sweet from the very beginning.  My cousin Randy (through my birth mom’s side).

When I got my DNA results, it showed a few first cousins.  I e-mailed one and didn’t hear anything back.  Then I thought, “I’ll just send one more quick e-mail and see if it goes anywhere.”  Honestly, I figured that would be the end of it.

Then I got the kindest e-mail back from Randy.  Within a couple of quick messages back and forth, I was pretty sure that his aunt was my birth mom.  I have to say, Randy was, and is, so respectful of Jean Anne.  He was protective of her and her privacy.  And at the same time, respectful of me and the journey I was on.  We emailed daily for awhile.  I slowly asked questions about his aunt, I didn’t know her name yet.  And I just couldn’t put Randy in the position to ask him his aunt’s name.  I had to figure that out on my own.  Well…let’s be honest, I went to bed one night and my friends Cynthe and Kelly stayed up all night (in Nebraska and Arkansas respectively) researching until they figured out Jean Anne’s maiden name.  It takes a village!!!

In the midst of all this, Missouri had opened up all the closed records to adoptees and we were able to request our pre-adoption birth certificates.  So, I had mailed my application in at the first of the year and was told I’d have results in about six weeks.  Each week I’d call the records department in Jefferson City and find out where I was in the line.  I really wanted the birth certificate so that I didn’t have to come out and ask Randy.  But…the records department was bombarded with applications (about 2000 in the first month).  So…my actual birth certificate arrived after I had already been to Poplar Bluff and met Jean Anne.

So, back to Randy.  As time went on and we emailed a lot, he told me that he knew that DNA didn’t lie.  I asked lots of questions, some very direct, some very indirect.  Randy is a kind and gentle spirit.  As he answered my questions, he was always so thoughtful of both sides of this story.

One day, I had an “aha” moment, did a little research, and figured out who my birth mom and my brothers were on my own.  I was SO glad, because I didn’t think I’d ever want to feel desperate and ask Randy to betray anyone.  I took a few days and I wrote a letter to Jean Anne.  I poured over old pictures and chose a bunch from all seasons of my life to include with the letter.  I remember texting Randy when I mailed that package to Jean Anne.  He was like “Wow!  You’re really doing this!”  And a few weeks later when I went all Thelma and Louise and headed to Poplar Bluff, Randy was honest.  He said he couldn’t imagine that JA would agree to see me or talk to me.  He clearly didn’t want me to be hurt.

Randy was the first person I texted a picture of me and JA together.  I’m laughing thinking how much I would have loved to see his face when he got that message!  Ha!Ha!  It was a slow sorting out of my feelings on that trip, but I tried to slowly share them with Randy.

I have watched a LOT of episodes of Long Lost Family before and during this journey.  There were so many people that talked about how they had always felt something missing in their hearts.  And when they met their birth family they were finally whole.  Their connections were instant.  I was always amazed.  But when I met JA, it wasn’t like that.  I didn’t feel any connection.  My heart was, and still is, burdened for her salvation.  But, I did not have any touchy feely moments.  Let’s be real…there’s nothing touchy feely about JA.

But, flash forward to July 2019.  I FINALLLY got to meet Randy.  It was more emotional than meeting JA.  I truly felt and feel connected to this cousin.  Granted…Randy is kind, gentle, generous, funny, open.  But, he didn’t have to be.  We genuinely connected.  It was just a sweet, sweet gift from God.  It was so fun to have dinner together and get to know each other better.  As a whole, I imagine my connection with my birth family with be the road less traveled.  But I’m so blessed by this cousin (and my sisters that I have met too).  God is faithful.  He is gracious.  He is loving.  And He is enough!

My beautiful girl had her dance recital last weekend.  I’m so proud of her and how hard she works.  Dance is not for the faint of heart, it takes hours and hours of hard work and discipline.  Clara never complains (mom does, but Clara doesn’t).

Seventh grade was a long year!  More hours of homework than I could have ever imagined.  Clara works so hard at whatever she does.  So, when she made honor society with a 4.0 grade point, I could not help being proud of her.  There was more than one week where she did 12-15 hours of homework on top of 10 hours of dance.  And she keeps the best attitude about everything!

And somewhere in 7th grade, she started looking like a grownup.  She can stop that already!!!  And…because school and dance weren’t enough, she decided she really wanted to go out for track.  I was so proud of her for trying something new and totally out of her comfort zone.  She did long jump and high jump this year.  She even medaled in high jump at one meet and we were all there to see it!  It was awesome!

This girl, she is brave, fearless, kind, tender, thoughtful, creative and so much fun to be with.  She has a gentle spirit and is so easy going.  I love being her mom.  I love her more than all the numbers!

My boy graduated!!!  My boy…it seems like I was just holding him for the first time, reading him books, laughing at his interpretation of the English language, taking him to the first day of Mother’s Day Out (and crying), taking him to the first day of kindergarten (crying again), sitting through all kinds of basketball, baseball and soccer games, enjoying long days at the track, crying with joy at the first state gold medal, crying as the boys won the state championship, celebrating high school graduation.  And then, we packed things up and took him to college.  What a wonderful journey it has been.

There weren’t any glamorous digs for our boy at college!  When Harrison moved into little Beta at OSU, I could not believe where I was letting my child live!  When the bathroom at a frat house is the best part of the house, you know that’s a bad sign!  Things learned…get there first to make sure you have a bed, dressers don’t necessarily have drawers in them, bring your own lightbulbs and CLEANING SUPPLIES!!!

College was life changing for my boy.  God used this time to grow him in ways he never imagined.  He definitely made mistakes.  He was humbled.  But he grew in wisdom and knowledge.  He became an awesome friend, pouring into others and receiving from others.  And he submitted himself fully to what God was asking of him. He might of changed majors a few times before he settled in.  But he got that degree in four years!  Hallelujah!

Harrison will probably never live in a rent house with 3 other guys and one full bathroom again.  He most likely won’t have walls decorated with maps and Christmas lights.  I know he hopes to not live without a dishwasher again.  I’m hoping they cleaned the bathrooms and took down the Christmas wrapping paper from the kitchen walls.  Haha!  But mostly, I’m so thankful for all the wonderful friendships Harrison made at OSU.  I’m thankful for the leadership opportunities he had through Beta Theta Pi.  I’m amazed at the wonderful things God did the past four years in our boy.  I love that kid more than all the numbers!

 

My brother Kim and I are nine months and ten days apart.  It was always just the two of us.  We could not be more different (possibly the greatest understatement of my life), but we were always glad to have each other. Throughout a lifetime of very different journeys, we have had a great connection and respect for each other.

This journey with my DNA search and ancestry has brought lots of surprises.  The first, finding my birth mom and meeting her.  And secondly, finding biological siblings.  There were a total of two brothers and four sisters between my birth parents children.  One brother and one sister have passed away.  I have not spoken with my brother Kirk yet, but have talked to his wife who has been very sweet and welcoming.  I have not talked with one sister yet.  But last weekend, I got to meet my sisters Judy and Karen.

Sisters…that seems kind of weird to say.  But, it is part of my story.  We met Judy, her husband and several of her children.  They were just delightful and so welcoming.  It was sweet to share and talk about our faith and to find out more about my birth dad, Aubrey.  My niece Sarah shared a few more pictures of Aubrey.  There is one of him when he was much younger, and the resemblance surprised me.  I’ll include a comparison picture of us.  It was so sweet of Judy and her family to take the time to meet me and include me in their family.

After meeting Judy, we drove to my sister Karen’s home on the lake.  Karen and Art were so kind and we really enjoyed getting to know them.  Karen didn’t actually know Aubrey was her dad, or meet him, until she was in her twenties.  So it was interesting and encouraging to hear how he welcomed her into his heart and treated her with such love in the years they had together.  Karen showed me several photos of Aubrey also and it was fun seeing him in his environment and hearing stories about him.

The sweetest part of meeting my sisters was something that both of them and their husbands separately spoke to me.  They each told me that if Aubrey knew about me, both he and his wife Ina would have embraced me and loved me.  Both Judy and Karen understand what it’s like to be on the outside.  Karen, not knowing Aubrey until she was grown.  And Judy, was Aubrey’s step-daughter with his second wife Ina.  Aubrey raised Judy from about the age 10 and eventually adopted her as an adult.

Even more exciting than the thought that Aubrey would have welcomed me, is the story of how his life was changed by Christ.  No one made him out to be a saint.  But they could all point to a clear change in him after he became a believer.  And that makes my heart happy.

A couple of friends have asked, “how do you feel after all of this?”  Honestly, I don’t really know.  There are a LOT of feelings to sort through.  But as a whole, I feel like God took me on this journey.  There have been some pretty low lows in finding Jean Anne.  Even though I didn’t expect much, it was still incredibly painful to be so wholly rejected by her.  But, meeting sisters who treated me with such love, respect and understanding is a precious blessing.

God has been sweet to me.  He has walked each step with me.  I know that He had a purpose in me finding Jean Anne, in faithfully praying for her.  But now I can see that He wanted me to know that He is sovereign.  He has loved me with a great love.  That’s really all I need.

I can try to figure out Jean Anne’s heart and her motives, but that would be fruitless and make me crazy.  What can I do?  Continue to grow in the knowledge of who I am in Christ.  Seek Him wholly.  And I can make sure that the legacy I pass on to my children is different.  I’m so aware of the grace that has been shown to me.  I am blessed with a Godly husband who loves me despite all my flaws.  And I have two children who love the Lord and who I love with my whole heart.

One of my sweet friends shared this scripture with me during this process and I have returned to it over and over.

“The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;
you hold my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.

I bless the Lord who gives me counsel;
in the night also my heart instructs me.
For you will not abandon my soul to Sheol;
or let your holy one see destruction.

You make known to me the path of life
; in your presence there is fullness of joy;
at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”  Psalm 16:5-11

 

 

 

 

 

So…I work at a school.  I have a few roles there.  I’m the school nurse.  I teach reading interventions.  And I monitor the lunchroom for several grades.  So, I get LOTS of interesting conversations.  Here are just a few for your grins and giggles.

One day in the cafeteria a kindergarten boy walks up to me and says this…

K(inder) – “Mrs. Pierce, I’m not going to show anyone my penis today. ”
Me – *Shocked look…speechless*
K – “OH….and I’m not going to talk about it anymore.”
Me – “What just happened here?”

Next day…same class, different table of kinders…

K(inder)B(oy) – “Mrs. Pierce…SHE just showed us her penis.”
Me – “No, SHE didn’t.”
KB – “Yes, she did.  She just showed us her penis.”
Me – “No, SHE didn’t.”
KB – “Yes, she did.  She showed us her penis.”
Me – “No, she didn’t.  Because she doesn’t have a penis.”
KB – (looking very confused) “Huh?  What?”
Me – “No, she doesn’t have one.”
K(inder)G(irl) in question – ” I didn’t show it to him!”
Me – “Because you don’t have one!”
KG – “Huh?  I didn’t show them anything.”
Me – “You don’t have one to show them.  Don’t show them ANYTHING!!!”

I asked their teacher to not let her students talk to me anymore!

Then a couple of days ago, I took a second grade class upstairs until their sub got there.  They sat in their spots on the carpet and I told them that we would go around the circle and each person can tell us ONE THING that they don’t think anyone will –  know about them.  ONE THING!  Not two, not three, not seven, not fifteen…ONE THING.  A couple of them got it.  Learned some fun things about them.  Then I got to second grade girl #1 (SG1) who is missing ALL of her front teeth, so has the most adorable little lisp.

SG1 –  “Something most people don’t know about me…is that..I can get me feelings hurt really easily.”  (Trust me, everyone knows this.)
Me – “That’s good to know, so we can be sensitive to that.”

We got to second grade girl #2 (SG2).

SG2 – “So, I have two things.”
Me – “Nope, only one thing.”
SG2 – “Well, they really go together.”
Me – “Pick one.  We are telling ONE thing, not two, not five…remember.”
SG2 – “So, the first one is…”
Me – “Pick one.”
SG2 – “I can’t really tell just one without the other.”
Me – “Pick one thing you can share.”
SG2 – “So…everyone in our class, and other classes, and even in the school…they think I lie a lot.”
Me – “Next.”

Today was “career day”.  Dress up as what you want to be when you grow up.  I asked one girl what she was dressed up as.

G(girl) – “I’m Claire.”
Me – “Who is Claire?”
G – “She’s in Jurassic World.”
Me – “So, when you grow up, you want to be a character in Jurassic World?”
G – “Yeah!”
Me – Shaking my head…walk off.

Or the boy, who I asked the same question…he was dressed in some Star Wars character costume.

Me – “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
B(oy) – “A basketball player.”   Literally rolling his eyes at me.
Me – “So, are you dressed like a basketball player?”
B – “No!” Looking at me like I’m an idiot.
Me – “So, why are you dressed in a Star Wars costume?”
B – “Cuz I didn’t have anything else.”
Me – “You know it’s career day, not Halloween, right?”
B – “Yea!” Still looking at me like I’m an idiot.

They are SERIOUSLY hilarious!!  And apparently, I look like someone they feel they should tell weird stuff to.  Like “Mrs. Pierce, my wee hurts!”  Tell your mom, kid!