I Think There Might Be a Problem

We had our first parent teacher conference of third grade tonight.  I also had to meet with T's kindergarten teacher so I purposely chose the last appointments of the night for each with T's first and K's second. I wanted to make sure I had time to talk to K's teacher about some things I had noticed...particularly some indicators of dyslexia I was seeing in K.

Initially I was just going to go by myself...with 4 month old Baby B who has a cold.  I have the girls ask their teacher and they say they can stay or come with.  T really wants to go, because she knows her teacher will gush all over her...and she doesn't disappoint.
Then it is time with K's teacher.  Things do not go well.  She shows me Kylies test scores from last year.  She has her get her learning binder out of the desk and talks about what a mess it is.   She goes through her own list of "important items" scoring Kylie from 1 to 4.  Every time I think she is going to say something nice and positive....she doesn't.  Then she says, "You know what drives me crazy the most?"  Kylie, answers, "talking."  I kind of smile thinking she is talking about the whole class and I smile because 3rd graders can be noisy but I am sure that Kylie is not a talker.
I am wrong. 
She says, "so you know." And then proceeds to tell me how it drives her "CRAZY" when Kylie repeats the instructions to an assignment after her.  She says "It's just like having a little mima bird on my shoulder and you have to stop because it is driving me crazy!!!"
I feel like crying, but I don't.
She has Kylie go get something from her desk and  covers the side of her mouth and whispers loudly "I think she may have some real problems!"
I know Kylie can hear so I say, "yes I have noticed Kylie struggles with a few things and I think she may have dyslexia."  She nods.  Then she proceeds to tell me about an incident that happened that day with Kylie accidentally breaking a crayon that someone lent her.
my daughter is getting more and more embarassed....her teacher finally notices and doesn't finish telling me about the crayon thing.

I am done!  I have Kylie get her binder to take it home and we leave....with me feeling very much discouraged...and sad.