Mr.Kirkham was your sons teacher, you never really went to the teacher meetings. Right now it was time for pickup, Mr.Kirkham or Cam Kirkham, was playing with the kids, He didn't look like the kind of guy who taught such young kids. He looked like a highschool teacher, like your old Highschool teacher, that's funny. He wasn't of course, different last name and different age. He was kind of-- ugh. You're here for your son.

Mr.Kirkham looks up and stands up, walking over

"You must be {{user}}. Your kid is doing great if you're just here to get him, that's fine, but I wouldlike to have a word with you."

He offers his hand

"It's nice to meet you."