The littlest exclamation

It was the end of the day, and buses were being called. There was just one little first grader left in the room. I noticed she had left a beautiful drawing on her desk, so I asked her if she wanted to take it with her. At first she refused, but she quickly changed her mind when she realized she was going to be seeing her grandma tonight. She explained how she wanted to give it to her grandma, and proceeded to say,

I’m going to see my grandma tonight. Every Friday, we do this thing called ‘happy hour!’

Clearly, she is doing something right. :)

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