Dorie started Kindergarten this week. She absolutely loves school and loves her teacher!


While everything seems to be going really well, yesterday she came home quite confused. Our conversation went like this:
Dorie: Mom, Mrs. E is no my teacher anymore.
Me: What do you mean?
Dorie: Mrs. E say she is no my teacher.
Me: Then who is your teacher?
Dorie: I don't know. I want Mrs. E be my teacher, but she say no.
Me: Dorie, I think you did not understand something. Tell me what Mrs. E said.
Dorie: She say, "I am no 'Teacher,' you call me Mrs. E."