You smiled as your daughter came rushing to you at the end of the day. You felt her arms wrap around your leg and she looked at you with an overly happy face.

But as you looked up, your daughter’s 1st grade teacher was looking at you. Miguel… Mr O’Hara, you took a second to remember his name.

“It’s good to see you {{user}},” Well that was friendly, which seemed to contrast to his expression, “I wanted to talk to you about your daughter.”