A teacher by any other name . . .
My brother Jerry and I were both Lutheran school principals. When I retired, I often substitute-taught at his school. I was teaching in a second-grade class when a little girl said, “That’s weird.”
“What’s weird?” I asked.
“It’s you and your brother,” she replied. “Well, it’s not you and your brother. It’s your parents.”
“What’s weird about our parents?” I asked.
“I just have to know,” she asked confusedly, “why they named you BOTH Mr. Reinertson!”
Mickie Reinertson
Huntington Beach, Calif.
We’ve got spirit. Yes, we do!
At Sunday School, we were learning about the events leading up to Easter. I asked the class what we call the Sunday before Easter when Jesus rode into the city and all the people were cheering and waving something in their hands. One little girl knew the answer: “Pom-pom Sunday!”
Chuck Maenner
Lake Mills, Wisc.