Showing my Age, I Guess

On the way into the church building yesterday morning, I stopped to chat with Gracie, one of my second grade art students
from co-op last year. A boy named Kyle, slightly younger than she, stood nearby.

I asked Gracie if she knew who would be her art teacher this year.

"You?" she asked, smiling.

"No, Gracie, I'm sorry, I won't be teaching at co-op this year. Joel goes to this school now and I'll be teaching art and other stuff here."

"Oh," she said. "Then I don't know who it will be."

Just then Kyle tapped Gracie on the shoulder and asked, "Is that your grandma?"