<!--quoteo(post=310710:date=Aug 27 2008, 08&#58;13 PM:name=Gregswife)--><div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (Gregswife &#064; Aug 27 2008, 08&#58;13 PM) <a href="index.php?act=findpost&amp;pid=310710">&lt;strong&gt;QUOTE BELOW&lt;/strong&gt;</div><div class='quotemain'><!--quotec-->Kevin, I think my grandson was the teacher&#39;s pet in kindergarten.  I attended his &quot;graduation&quot; and I was watching as the kids came in and went to sit on the risers.  He headed down to the end, and I saw the teacher stop him and make him come sit right in front of her.  She must like being close to him as much as I do.   Deb, I wish my son had done that - he went to CU for 4 yrs. then decided he wanted to go to DU for his masters.  He could have picked somewhere cheaper than Denver University, but think that since mom and dad were footing all the bills, that wasn&#39;t a major concern to him.<!--QuoteEnd--></div><!--QuoteEEnd--><br /><br /><br />&quot;Teachers pet&quot;?  Not quite.  Actually, I was at the other end of the spectrum.  Let&#39;s just say my teachers always wanted me within arm&#39;s length.  I wasn&#39;t allowed to sit with the other kids, if you get my drift.