It's kind of funny. I teach in a western suburb and this year there was a new 3rd grade student I got to know. The first day I met the kid he came up to me and shook my hand like #28 of the Vikings and said to me, "Hello sir...I'm xxx Roof. Anything you need from me or anyway I can help, just let me know." The kid was built like an 8th grader and once I found out it was Roof's kid, I let him know that I was dang proud to teach a kid like him and I was a big fan of his dad's.
I don't know what's going to happen to the kid, but I'm guessing he's going to transfer to Alabama and have to sit out his 4th grade year.