The Kindergarten Teacher Who Doesn’t Exist
“A white angel and a cat-faced old lady? That is quite a difference.”
We compared notes carefully, and the more we talked, the more it seemed like two kids just making up stories out of a cartoon.
Still, to be safe, we suggested Ms. Zinn stopped showing the cartoon for now.
After all, both children had said the same thing. Every time the cartoon Doraemon was on, Miss Never would appear and interact with them.
Ms. Zinn agreed. “Then this afternoon I’ll switch to Tom and Jerry instead.”
That evening, when I picked up my son, he suddenly pointed at a loaf of bread in the bakery window, his face was alight with excitement. “Mom! Doesn’t that look just like Doraemon’s gadget—the Memory Bread?”