My favorite Primary story

Years ago, when I was a primary teacher, I was sitting with my soon to be eight year old. It was June and my birthday so the chorister called me up to sing happy birthday . For some reason, the kids were asking how old I was and the chorister, being exceptionally kind, stated I was 21 years old. I was older than twenty-one but I guess it seemed a better age. However, when I sat back down with my class, one of the little girls was confused and upset. It would seem she had figured out that if I was 21 and there with her class that I HAD NOT served a mission. I had to explain to her that I had not served a mission and that it was okay. It was a lesson to me to always tell my right age.