Honey-Baby-Joey

When I was in Preschool, I had Mrs. Morris.  My very first crush was on a boy named Joey.  My friend Sarah and I called him Honey-Baby-Joey, because of course that's how adults talk.  Poor kid was horribly harassed by us, but it was love after all!!  Anyway, one thing that I remember that looking back I thought was brilliant, was my teacher made these beautiful mailboxes for each of us.  We weren't allowed to take them home until we could recite our address and phone number to our teacher without looking.  I remember looking at mine hanging from the wall and Mrs. Morris running up in my view (she was quite tall) and said, "No looking. But can you tell me your address and phone number?"  And right then, I gave her both without skipping a beat and was handed my mailbox.  I hope my mom still has that somewhere, because it was something so special to me to memorize that.  In fact, I shared the story with Farrah's teachers and they worked on making sure all the kids knew their address and phone numbers.  Farrah knows hers!