Kindergarten students stand in front of the circulation desk, many with their noses barely over the top.  These children are new to us, and getting them to say their full name so you can check books out to them is interesting.  When asked their name the responses range from the little buster who blurts out “Jacob Paul Miller” to the whisperer who has no idea what you are asking them.

In recent blog posts I’ve bemoaned the fact that I’ve been in my school district long enough to be well into my second generation of students.  One little guy this morning had a surname I recognized.  “What is your Dad’s name?” I asked him when he stood at the circulation desk.  “His name is Joe,” said this little spectacled, blond, and freckled young man.  Then in a very matter-of-fact manner he added, “His name is really Joe, but we call him Daddy.”

You couldn’t pay me enough to teach kindergarten… but I sure love their library visits!