
The first question I received was, "where's you're dog Shaggy?"
"Well," I said, for some reason still wanting to be answer the question seriously, "I actually do have a dog at home." Immediately I envisioned myself solving mysteries with a welsh corgi at my side.
"Is he riding in the Mystery Machine?" They quickly replied.
I stood back in amazement that these children even knew who Scooby Doo was, and that he did in fact ride in a van named The Mystery Machine.
After that I instructed my kids to call me just like they would any teacher, with respect, because the name Mr. Zack is so very respectful.
The next day I was approached by one of my students who during recess stopped to survey me with an analytical eye before saying, "You know, you remind me of someone in a book I read..."
"Oh really!" I exclaimed while thinking to myself that this means two very good things:
1. This child was actually reading.
and,
2. I was probably someone cool like Sherlock Holmes, or Gandalf.
"What book?" I asked him.
"I'll show you in class!" He said excitedly.
I had nearly forgotten about the entire interaction until later in the day when I was called over to his desk.
"Mr. Zack! I found the book I was talking about!"
"Oh really!" I said excited.
"Look!"
The boy at that moment opened up his copy of the Guinness Book of World Records to show me the one page on which I would truly belong. In large type at the top I read: PEOPLE WITH THE BIGGEST NOSES.

I said nothing for a moment, and then closed my eyes and nodded. "NICE." I said. "Nice one."
Children can be so cruel.