He was a teacher in the room with the school-agers. I would see him walking around. You usually notice a male teacher because it’s not something you see very often in daycare. I would always nod or smile, but it wasn’t until my oldest went to Pre-K at the elementary school that I really spoke to him. I liked him instantly. I could tell right away that under that overly enthusiastic “HEY LET’S SIT IN THE YELLOW CIRCLE!” voice, he was every bit as jaded and sarcastic as I was. He was a total cutie-pie too, although I knew right away that he was gay. He was not especially tall but had lovely blue eyes and a very genuine smile. He almost always wore black, head to toe, and he had a shaved head that he covered with a gray newsboy cap.He had a gift for calming people. He was always very cool and collected with a very soothing nature. He could calm the “helicopter” parents down when they would get upset because their little poopsie had a tantrum over the building blocks. And then he would lean over to me as if to say, “Are you believing this shit?”
