Answer

Circa 1999: Based on an exchange I had with another student while I was working as a writing tutor at SUNY Brockport

 “Two kids,” I say

and you, unable to see

the wrinkles in my face,

suggest a poem about

dirty diapers.

“Nine and Twelve,” I say

and you, unable to see

my face in their faces,

require proof.

But I say nothing