Today, as the whistle blew to end recess on an amazingly warm day, Penny came up running behind me and grabbed my hand.  She looked up at me with adoration only a six-year-old can have for her teacher.

“Oh Penny, do you think you’ll come visit me when you’re in first grade?” I asked her smiling face.

“Yes!  I’ll come see you in first grade, second grade, third grade, fourth grade, fifth grade, sixth grade, seventh grade, eighth grade, ninth grade, tenth grade…” she rambled.

At ‘tenth grade’ I stopped her with, “Wait, there’s no way you’ll come see me when you’re in tenth grade!”

“No really, I will, I promise!” She assured me.

I’m a realist.  I understand there is very little chance Penny will come visit me after she leaves our school in third grade, but in her kindergarten mind, she really intends to.  And sometimes, it really is the thought that counts.