“Miss J, why are you looking at Lyla all funny?” Alex asked me before smearing paint all over his smock. Rolling my eyes, I darted over to the paper towels to wipe green paint off of Alex’s nose.

“Miz Jamie thinks Lyla is cute,” Dina told him. My face turned redder than the clay pot I was painting. Lyla is a nice looking art teacher, and so is this TA. (I’m the nice looking TA, obviously)

“Dina where are you getting these ideas?” I questioned the girl. She’s surprisingly intuitive.

“Well Lyla was talking on the phone and she said you were coming over to her house to have a play date, but she forgot to say the word play,” Dina replied, and flicked Alex’s nose.

“Umm, no touching each other! We need to be nice with our hands and respect people’s bodies,” I told Dina to avoid the question.

“I heard Lyla say you’re very good at that,” Dina replied. Alex chuckled, and I could swear these kids understand adult things if it weren’t for Alex pointing out I am good with using my hands to make pottery.

“Hi Lyla! We were just talking about you,” Alex said as I was gathering my thoughts. And there my cheeks go, darkening in hue again.