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		<title>It&#8217;s all in the glasses.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Your students would really like you, Mom.&#8221; My almost 9-year-old son was speaking in a serious voice, knowingly pointing to his head. I was a classroom teacher before I had all these kids, and I was talking to my young ones about teaching. I smiled, completely warmed by his sweetness. &#8220;You know,&#8221; he continued, &#8220;they [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Your students would really like you, Mom.&#8221; My almost 9-year-old son was speaking in a serious voice, knowingly pointing to his head. I was a classroom teacher before I had all these kids, and I was talking to my young ones about teaching.</p>
<p>I smiled, completely warmed by his sweetness. &#8220;You know,&#8221; he continued, &#8220;they would think you are really intelligent.&#8221; More warming, and even little pitter-patters in my heart. What a kind-hearted, encouraging boy, he thinks Mom is smart!</p>
<p>&#8220;You really think so?&#8221; I say, hoping for more of these lovely compliments. Having been his teacher for the past few years, it&#8217;s good to know that he values my brilliance, my astute nature, my&#8230;</p>
<p>&#8220;Of course, Mom!&#8221; he states matter-of-factly. &#8220;It&#8217;s the glasses. They make you really smart.&#8221;</p>
<p>Oh. The glasses. That&#8217;s what he so knowingly pointed to, not my clever brain at all. Ahem. Adjusting my glasses here. So, would you like to know where I purchased my super-powered glasses? Because I&#8217;m sure you all want a pair now.</p>
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