So, we all know that truth is stranger than fiction, right?
Dillon has a wonderful teacher at school. She loves him, and he loves her. He cries when she leaves the room. She calls to ask about him when he is absent. Love.
She has been a part-time teacher in his classroom since January, and full-time since May. I see her every day. We converse. About Dillon, other kids, her life, my life, my pregnancy, etc.
She was absent last Monday, which was strange cause she never misses. I saw her mom on Tuesday morning, and she said, "I guess I should tell you why Angie missed work yesterday. We had a surprise Sunday night."
"Oh, yeah? What happened?" I asked, thinking that maybe they had a car accident, or there was a mysterious surprise visitor who came knocking at the door.
"Um... Angie had a baby. She called me from the hospital cause she was in labor."
" I said, eloquently.
"Yeah. No one knew she was pregnant. Well, she
knew, and her boyfriend knew, but she didn't tell anyone else. I sure didn't know!" her mom said.
She never, ever, ever said a word. Even when I would drop Dillon off, claiming exhaustion from the first trimester. Even when seven toddlers wanted to sit on her lap all day.
I am over my shock now, and we are having a "Welcome" shower for her on Friday night. But still, that is officially the weirdest thing I have ever witnessed. Can you top that?