Nancy Ferullo is a name as famous in our house as JFK or Taylor Swift. If I mention this name, my youngest two children will look up from whatever they are doing to see what will follow because it’s always something good. Most days I would find an excuse to walk my children into the building instead of using the car line so that I could linger for a few minutes and bask in the glow of this magical being. I got it. I knew why they loved Miss Ferullo so much. I understood why they couldn’t wait to go to school every morning. I also know that no teacher has since quite measured up.