Dismissal

2:10 pm.

Me: Waleed*, push in your chair and come! Islam, push in your chair and come! Rana, push in your chair and come! Rana? Rana! WHAT are you doing?
Rana: Washing my hands. [She's perched on a chair in front of the sink. With her (open) lunchbox dangling around her neck and some other child's jacket swung over her shoulders and pigtails.]
Rana's mother: [Shakes her head] God help you.
Me: Ha, ah, well... OMAR! WHAT IS THIS? Stop swinging your bag in the air- you will hit Reem! Sit down! ALI, sit down!
Rana's mother: You have children?
Me: Me? No, no. No children.
Rana's mother: I would like to see you have some after this job.

Me also.