hippity hoppity

The same kid who gave me the pudding cup on Friday came in to sharpen pencils after school today. 

She can't get enough of school.

She hops in the door, giggling, asking where the pencils are. She gathers more than her small hands can carry, then realizes she has to go to the bathroom. She giggles out the door, making sure to get the bathroom pass even though school's been over for an hour.

She hops back in, sharpens pencils, and plays teacher with the pointer. This little one read almost everything in the room, standing on a chair to do so.

Hippity hoppity. She's great.