Conversation with a 3rd grade girl in the bathroom today, over washing our hands:
Her: Are you really leaving the school, Melanie?? Is it true?
Her: But why?
Me: I'm moving.
Her: What?! Do you have a husband?
Me: (confused) No. . .
Her: A boyfriend?
Me: (even more confused) No - what does this have to do with me moving?
Her: Well if your husband or boyfriend got a job somewhere else then you'd have to move for them.
Me: Hmm. So is that the only reason to move? Because my husband or boyfriend got a job?
Her: Pretty much.
Me: Well that's not why I'm moving. And there are many more reasons to move than that. Like what if I got a job somewhere else??
Her: Well did you?
Me: Well, no, but -
Her: See! Then why are you leaving us?
Me: Because. . . um, I want to be near the big mountains. I want to climb big mountains and there aren't any here.
Her: (gives me a raised-eyebrow, skeptical look) So you're going to leave all 200 of us kids to climb some mountain, which isn't even alive? I think you need to change your mind. Have you really thought about this?
Me: I'm late for class. (I walk away.)
Her: (calling after me) Melanie!
Me: (yelling back to her, over my shoulder) Don't yell in the hallway!