I am imagining this classroom filled with things for bigger kids. Bigger chairs, bigger cubbies, bigger books with more words and less pictures, bigger everything, including a bigger toddler G. It's a little bit bittersweet for me as I imagine my little girl running down the halls far far away from me.
But then reality sinks back in as she throws herself on the ground and cries at 7 am for a popsicle. She really is still just a wee one, just 3.
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