So today I was conferring with Zach. He was reading a book about the presidents. He turns to William McKinley's page... Our conversation went something like this:
Zach looks up at me and asks, "Are you related to William McKinley?"
"No, I don't think so. Not that I know of..." I reply
"Why do you ask?" He's piqued my curiosity.
"I was thinking that you would say yes. I thought you had to be related, there's such a strong resemblance!"
Needless to say, I've decided on three options:
1) Hiring a personal shopper at Nordstrom,
2) Scheduling a consultation with a plastic surgeon, or
3) Continuing to laugh and make note of the brilliant things my students say... despite the fact that I must really look different in their eyes!