Don’t know what its like where you live but here preschool teachers are called “Auntie” by the children.  Somehow it seems that at the end of the day we teach Mara nothing at all and that according to her, Auntie is a wealth of knowledge so vast, that mere parents should be humbled in her presence.  What a tremendously perfect creation she appears to be:

“Auntie says that I have to spit the water out four times and not drink the water after brushing my teeth”…

“Auntie says that I have to colour inside the lines”…

“Auntie says I have to go to bed at eight o’clock”…

“Auntie says that I mustn’t shout”…

“Auntie says Chihuahuas have spots – sometimes”…

“Auntie says…”

But soft, what light from yonder backside breaks?
It is the sun…