100 Years

When Tommy was in kindergarten I used to drive him along with one of his classmates to school in the morning. From the back seat one particular morning I heard the following conversation: Tommy says to his friend, “ I like Miss Arnold. She’s nice. Do you like her?” His friend replies, “yep. And you know what? She kind of looks like your mom!” Tommy then corrects his friend and defends his teacher by saying, “ No she doesn’t! Miss Arnold is NOT one hundred years old!”