Bob

Yesterday, as I was working with one of my students, whom I call my Little Sweetheart (really, he has the sweetest little soul ever), my mom called. I usually don't pick up calls at work, but when he heard the phone ring I told him my mom was calling, and he insisted I answer.

And then I let him say hello.

The conversation went something like this, "Hello Miss Allen's mom, my name is *Little Sweetheart* (except he actually said his real name, first and last, I was so proud). Uh-huh, Uh-huh. Hello Miss Allen's mom, my name is *Little Sweetheart*. Uh-huh, Uh-huh. Hello Miss Allen's mom, my name is *Little Sweetheart*."

After I few rounds I told my Little Sweetheart to say goodbye. So, of course, he said, "Goodbye Miss Allen's mom, my name is *Little Sweetheart*."

Okay, can you see why I love this kid?

Anyways, the story does not end there. Little did I know, by my innocent little phone call, a new obsession was created.

Not only with my mom, but with my dad, my dog, my baby, and my Bob (in case you were wondering, I do not have a baby or a Bob).

Really, all day, I had a shadow repeating, "Miss Allen's mom, Miss Allen's dad, Miss Allen's dog, Miss Allen's baby, Miss Allen's Bob."

But I still love the kid...Even after he got on the bus with this picture:


And exclaimed, "Hello Bus Driver! Miss Allen's baby and Miss Allen's Bob!"

So, Bob, if you are out there, I don't know who you are, but apparently you are the father of my child.