Bo had a love/hate relationship with school. As soon as she opened her eyes every morning with hope in her voice she'd say, "No school today?" And 5 days a week, I'd peel her from her warm cozy bed from deep sleep and say, "Yes, school today baby."
Once she arrived, she was usually ok. But there were many times, I'd leave her in her classroom crying Mommy. It broke my heart.
I'd spy on her from my desk as often as I could. She's the one at the bottom of the ladder.
I could always find her on or around the slide.
I'm glad I spied. I made important, life changing decisions by spying.
She loved playing with her friends.
She's a good friend.
I'm glad I spied. I made important, life changing decisions by spying.
She loved playing with her friends.
She's a good friend.
Here she is at my desk (before work was actually over and there was pressure -possibly self imposed pressure - to keep her quite and out of sight) eating the candy I paid her with.
Be happy at school (and not tear my heart out by crying when I leave) and get candy.
And her she is in class being possibly one of the cutest students that ever lived.