She's not my teacher!

"So, what was Miss Gayle teaching you in the other classroom when I came to pick you up?"

"Nothing! No, Mommy, Miss Gayle is not my teacher!" 

[pause] "Uh, you know, she actually is one of your teachers."

[growing increasingly emphatic with each sentence] "No, Mommy! She's not, Miss Nakoya is my teacher!!"

[calmly still] "Yes, Miss Nakoya is your teach in the three's class. But when you go to another class, the grown up in the room is the teacher. Today, that was Miss Gayle. Miss Gayle was your teacher."

[falling out with exasperation] She's not my teacher!!!" Etc. 

This conversation went on like this a little while longer until I told him, "Well, you know, I'm a grown up and I know about things like this. It's just true. And I'd also like you to talk nicely to Mommy." 

"Oh, okay, Mommy. I see what you mean." 

And that was it! :) 

That night, we snuggled in Moses's toddler bed together after I put the kids to bed. He snuggled close to me and sucked his thumb, until his little body got heavy and his breathing became the sound of sleep. It was warm and cozy and everything good. I already miss you, three-year-old Moses. You're growing up too fast.