« You know, » she said, « you’d probably win Prom Queen today. »
I laughed. « Oh, honey. That ship sailed a long time ago. »
« You’d probably win Prom Queen today. »
« So you went? »
« Once. »
She smiled. « What was he like? »
The question caught me off guard.
Before I could answer, three second-graders began arguing over whose mashed potatoes looked bigger.
I pointed at the trays. « Nobody leaves until those carrots are gone. »
The teacher laughed and walked away. She forgot about the conversation.
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