Each child came in with a different flower that morning.
And then they gave me this:
It says,
~ I love Ms. Lydia because she plays with her toys with me. ~ I love Ms. Lydia because she paints with me. ~ I love Ms. Lydia because she lets me catch dinosaurs outside with a bag and a stick. ~ I love Ms. Lydia ‘cause she makes my projects. She do’s it right now with paper. She helps me get the stickers on. She holds me. She smells good. ~ I love Ms. Lydia because I love to watch her paint. ~ I love that Ms. Lydia plays with me and I really love her diamond shoes! Oh and we both have curly hair. ~ I love to paint with Ms. Lydia. WEEEEEE! ~ I love Ms. Lydia because she gives me Big hugs! I love Ms. Lydia because she is so nice. ~ I love Ms. Lydia because she picks me up – one time she did. I give her hugs; she’s nice and she likes to teach me to sing to her; she helps us put the trains on the tracks; I love her because I kiss her on the cheek and I love her because Ms. Lydia loves Sam.
I love all my kids, indeed I do.
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