The lad had a substitute for an entire week whilst his teacher recovered from a pulled muscle in her back. [I can't physically keep up with one second grader on a good day; I can't imagine having to do so when in agony.]
Mr. M. is long retired, and he's starting to forget the littlest things. [Names and connections and how much of a problem child he's got in that kid. And that kid. And not to mention that one. Oy.]
But he's a he, and that makes a world of difference in the world of a second grade boy. And he enjoys keeping the kids moving. And he recognizes Youngest as a smart young whippersnapper who can be Mr. M.'s personal assistant. [And he recognizes Youngest's mother as the one to hit up each morning for copies of assignments borrowed from other second grade teachers.]
I don't think Youngest gets the poignancy of Mr. M.'s comment on his drawing. But I do.
I thought about saving this for Wednesday, November 11. But I figured we can't think good thoughts about those who have given their lives for our country too often. So say a prayer for a vet today. And say another one on November 11.
Thank you, Mr. M.'s brother. Thank you for your sacrifice.