Part 1 here.
I relate well to Ruben, a smart, bespectacled 13-year-old who has little patience for the laziness or shennanigans of his classmates. He's both serious and funny. The other kids aren't always fond of Ruben, but I think that Ruben and I get each other.
On Friday, I was gesturing to make a point when Ruben noticed my wedding rings. "Ms. F__________, are you married?" he asked.
"What was your maiden name?" he asked.
"My maiden name was F______________."
"No, no, I mean, what was your name before you got married?"
"F_________________," I replied, becoming amused.
Ruben looked confused for a second, and then, eyes wide, he asked, "Wait! You and your husband had the same name?"
"No," I replied, trying not to look too amused.
"I didn't know you could do that!" he exclaimed.
Then--this is why I love this kid: "Why didn't he take your name?"
"I don't know, Ruben. I don't know."
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