ABSTRACT
More years ago than I care to say, I taught in a small rural school. There was no teacher's lounge, so when my class was at PE or music, I often sat at a desk in the hall planning lessons or grading papers. Nearly everyday the kindergarten class passed this desk on its way outside for recess. Each time the children passed by, a little boy in the class would look at me, smile, and say, "You sure are pretty." Of course, I always gave him a delighted smile before I returned to my work. This happened so often that I told my husband and friends about it, laughing, of course, but, still flattered. After all, a compliment is a compliment, even if it comes from a five year old!
