I volunteered to be a "listening mom" in Jonah's classroom today. His school has never allowed a parent to work directly with the kids before, so I jumped at the opportunity. I wanted a chance to get a closer look at his classroom. I also get a kick out of kids, so I thought it would be fun. And it was. I sat in the hallway with individual kids and asked them questions about books that they had completed reading.

In the hallway were posters that the kids had made for health class on the four stages of life. They pasted up a baby picture for the infancy stage, a current picture of themselves for childhood, and made drawings or cut out pictures from magazines speculating what they'll look like when they become teenagers and adults.

For adulthood, Jonah drew a picture of a guy jumping in a pool with hairy arm pits, because Jonah thinks hairy arm pits are extremely funny.

Other kids cut out pictures that illustrated what they expected to be doing when they become adults. The girls cut out pictures of brides and babies. The boys cut out pictures of football players. Someone pinch me. Is it 1963?