M walks through the door and is excited:
M: Guess what Mr. C.
Mr. C: What?
M: They found my Dad.
Mr. C: Oh really?
Mr. C: Where did they find him?
M: The insurance company called my foster Mom, and they said they are going to call him and see when he is free so we can schedule a lunch or something.
Mr. C: that’s great Michael.
M: Yeah, and I got some questions I want to ask him.
Mr. C: I understand.
M: I haven’t seen him in 17 years.
Mr. C: That’s your whole life.
M: Yeah, I don’t even know what he looks like.
It is times like these that I feel for and really understand my students.