Disclaimer: I don't own Reba or any of the orginal characters. I own the preschool teacher in this chapter

Once again Reba's soul was floating. This time it floated far back in time. It was back when Kyra was only four years old. She was six month pregnant with Jake at the time. Reba shuttered to remember this.

8 years ago

Reba was visiting Kyra's school. It was a Christian school and it was the first day. The first thing they did was sing a song together. Unfortunately Kyra got the words mixed up. The song was Jesus Loves Me and when she was singing instead of singing We are weak but He is strong she accidentally sang He is weak but we are strong.

"Ms Hart you have just defaced the savior and for that you must be punished" "Excuse me," Reba stood up and said, "you wanna try that again" "This is an honorable school Mrs. Hart and she put the savior in a lower position then herself. We are weak but He is strong? It's blasphemy I tell you," the teacher yelled getting out her ruler

"That's a load of G-D crap. She's four. She mixed up the words to the song. If you have to punish anyone why don't you use that ruler on me? Isn't that what the savior did… stand in our place?"

Deciding it would be a good lesson for the children the teacher agreed. Reba came up to the desk and placed her hand on there and as the teacher started to strike her with the ruler Kyra screamed, "mommy!" "I'm okay honey," Reba assured Kyra even though the ruler stung like mad. "Are you done," she asked after a moment. Without waiting for an answer she walked away and picked up her sobbing frightened daughter and walked out.

"Oh by the way," Reba said, "I'm transferring my daughter to a NORMAL school where she can actually be a child and not live in fear of being punished for mixing up the words to a song" Reba took Kyra out to McDonalds for lunch. "You got hurted because of me," Kyra cried. "Kyra Eleanor Hart it wasn't because of you young lady. It was because I love you"

"I love you too mommy" Reba and Kyra shared a hug. Then Reba took Kyra to the toy store. She got her a few dozen toys and a little mermaid feetie pajamas. Later that night Reba told Brock what happened and the sh1t hit the fan.

"We are so transferring Kyra to a normal school and this new baby isn't going to that Christian school. Cheyenne's pre-school teacher would NEVER have done that!

Brock pulled up to the hospital. "Okay baby," he said putting his arm around her, "we're here" Together Brock and Kyra walked inside, one despondent, one elated.

Kyra was the one that was elated, because she was able to talk to her mother. Brock was despondant because two people he loved was in such despairing situations