Two days into the new term so these kids know me from the previous day and last year. New class new problems.
Mas (6) comes up to me waving a piece of paper,
"Miss ... Miss err, Whits your name again?"
" Just call me gorgeous, Mas"
General laughter, they understood the joke.
About an hour later I am working with the child sitting next to Ann and Ann needs help.
"Gorgeous? Do I colour this bit in here?"
There was no guile what so ever about her, she simply thought that was my name. I can live with that.