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The other day I surprised my son with a lunch time visit at his school.  He told me all about the protocol -- when to grab a milk and fork and napkiin and where to throw the trash away.  We even got to sit at a bigger table.  My son considered it a treat.

But before that, we stood in line waiting for the others.  Here's the conversation I had with another kindergarten student who was interested in the adult hanging around.

Kid: "Who are you?"

Me: "I'm his dad."

Kid: "What does it say there?"  (He's pointing to my visitor name tag)

Me: "It says Mr. Mastre."

Kid: "I'm going to call you Mas."

Me: "But that is not my name."

Kid: "How about John?"

Me: "That's not my name either."

Kid: "So."

Me: "How about I call you silly-pants."

Kid: "But that's not my name."

Me: "Exactly."

Then it was time for lunch.