Hank: Mama? Pai?
Me: We’re in the bedroom.
Hank: What’s up?
Pai: What’s up? What do you mean what’s up? I am packing for my conference.
Hank: Oh yah! I almost completely forgot about you leaving kind-of. I forgot one minute ago, but I remembered all day until now. ANYWAY can we talk?
Me: Claro (of course).
Hank: I spoke with Beatrix today and she said that yes, in the new classroom they do a lot of fun things and there is less yelling but that her classmates talk as much as our class does and I have been thinking and thinking and I just don’t want to move classrooms. I will be in fourth grade and I have been with my colleagues the whole time since pré (kindergarten) and I don’t really care to do all the fun things I just want to finish with my class.
Me: That sounds like an excuse.
Pai: And like you are just saying this because you are afraid and that is why you don’t want to leave.
Hank: No, that isn’t it. I asked Beatrix and she said she didn’t want to leave either and would have stayed, too. And I really like my teacher this year and I want her to be my teacher again next year. I do fun things all the time so I am not missing to do them in school.
Me: Then why did we go to all this trouble?
Hank: I am sorry. I guess I didn’t realize how much I liked my class until I knew I would leave. It didn’t make sense altogether until yesterday.
Pai: I am fine with abandoning the idea as long as you really mean what you are saying. It isn’t right to abandon an idea just because you are afraid and this isn’t about your teacher. I really like your teacher, too.
Me: Me, too.
Hank: I am not afraid (pause) Well, maybe I am a little. I am always a little afraid of things, but I feel in my heart this is right.
Me: You have to listen to your instincts, which is science for your heart.
Pai: Oh it is, is it?
Pai: Who taught you science, Oprah?
Me: (smirking) Damn strait.
Hank: Who’s Oprah?