On my last day of school, as I watched my little students roam about our classroom enjoying their last few minutes of kindergarten, I congratulated myself on being an excellent teacher. No one was spitting, hitting or swearing. Kids were freely writing letters on whiteboards and some were even reading. This was the work of a truly talented teacher. My head was getting quite big until I overheard this little question:

"Did you guys know that Mrs. Denbrook's wife's name is Jacob?"

So much for Teacher of the Year. Next year I better spend a little more time on gender attribution.