Sweet Dreams.
Sweet Dreams.
Sep 15Ah, Lorenzo. The more random and sweet they are, the quicker they weasel their way into my heart. Today, as he walked out to his bus, he looked up at me, smiled, gave me a hug, and whispered, “Sweet Dreams, Mrs. ______.”
Really? I’m convinced he thinks I sleep in the classroom. This kid is killing me.
I told my kids yesterday that I slept on my neck wrong and had a crick in it. Today one of my kiddos asked me how the cricket on my neck was!
Love that!!
A student of mine saw me at the shops and looked at me strangely and said, “What are you doing here? Don’t you live at school?” lol And why is it that you always bump to them while you’re buying toilet paper??