Perhaps I Should Rethink This Sweater...

The scene: a middle school library in the midst of the fall book fair

The time: fifth grade lunch recess

The players: A stunningly attractive media specialist, her fabulous library aide, and numerous ten year olds.

The action: One of said ten year olds, a little boy with hair so blond it is nearly white, approaches the stunningly attractive media specialist and asks, "Are you Mrs. C-?"

"Yes," I reply, with hesitation, as this child should know darn well who I am, seeing as he has been coming to my library for the last nine weeks. I consider correcting him with, "Ms. C-" however, as "Mrs. C-" is my mother. I decide to let it go.

"I heard you were pregnant."

A stunned look of amusement pass between me and my aide while I successfully contain my hysterical laughter.

"Well, I'm not," I reply.

"Huh... I heard someone around here is," and with that, he turned and left the library.

Begin hysterical laughter.

I really wish it had been a seventh or eighth grader who asked, because I would have replied with something along the lines of, "What?!? How did you hear that?! No one was supposed to know!" but I really wouldn't feel right teasing a fifth grade boy with that.

And if only that were really the case. *sigh*