The Difference Between My World and Yours

Augie came downstairs tonight, after I'd tucked him in, to ask me a question.

"What does s-i-s-s-y spell?"

"It spells sissy," I told him, raising an eyebrow.

"Sissy," he repeated. I asked why he wanted to know.

He told me a girl in his class had asked their teacher at school today how to spell that.

"And your teacher told her," I asked, surprised. I knew the teacher would never encourage name calling. "Who was she calling sissy?"

"She has a little sister," said Augie. "They call her Sissy."