My son: "Will you be my third grade teacher?"
Me: "I'm sorry. I can't."
My son: "Well, Mrs. C**n (a regular third grade teacher) retired. You can be her replacement."
Me: "It doesn't quite work that way. I don't have a teaching degree and you need that to be a teacher."
My son: "Oh."
This conversation happened before school started and it pulled at my heartstrings. He was hoping I could be his third grade teacher so he wouldn't have to go into MICi room. He just wanted to be a regular third grader, which isn't quite the best situation for him. As of now he is doing fine with his arrangement of spending his mornings in third grade and his afternoons in the special education room.
For a while, I wish I could have been his teacher. It might look like homeschooling would be the best option, but my guy is one that likes to get out of the house everyday. He needs a lot of stimulation and I alone couldn't provide what he needs on a daily basis.