When you get a husband?

The Friday before my birthday at school, a student asked me what I was doing over the weekend.  I told her it was my birthday on Sunday so we had plans to celebrate. 

Kahliya: How old you gonna be Miss Cook?

Me: Guess.

Kahliya: 30?
Me: down.

Kahliya: 29?

Me: down.

Kahliya: 28?

Me: down.

Kahliya: 27?

Me: down.

Kahliya: 26?

Me: Come on….

Kahliya: 31?

Me: Down…

Kahliya: uhh 25?

Me: Down

Kahliya: 24?

Me: down

Kahliya: 23?

Me: Finally! 

Kahliya (in one breath): Ms. Cook!! How you a teacher? 23? Are you sure?  Don’t tell the boys!

Me: Kahliya, I’m married.  Even still, there are so many things wrong with that statement.

Kahilya: Ms. Cook!  You married? When u get a husband?

(Sierra runs down 3 risers and up to my face, grabbing my left hand to stare at the rings)

Sierra: A husband? You got a husband?

Me: I got a husband this summer

Sierra: why you didn’t invite me to the wedding? Man, I be dancing up and all over the place and you gotta invite me to those weddings Ms. Cook.

Kahliya stands silently still stunned.  Then interjects: I’m glad you cut your hair.

Last thing – I introduced myself as MRS. Cook the first day, and had a name tag on my desk for a month that said Mrs. Cook on it.  I always wear my wedding rings and occasionally tell stories about my wonderful husband.  These girls must take frequent trips to la-la land.  Gotta love ‘em.

A woman who got a husband,

- MRS. Cook