So there she goes...2nd grade.
My 2nd grade teacher was Miss Wettich. I had a shiny fuscia folder that unfolded three ways, which I would spread across my desk while I pretended that I was at a very important business meeting instead of math class. I had one friend named Amy and a crush on a boy named Brandon who ate paper. Am I ready for this?
She is so ready to go that both of her feet are literally off the ground.
Buzz is eager to escort her and hurrying to catch up.
The note she duck-taped to the tree says "I love my family."
