The other night as we were winding down, Ava came downstairs with an intent look in her eye and a piece of paper and pencil.
As she often does through out every day, she sat down at the table and asked me, "Mom, how do you spell . . ."
and this is what she proceeded to have me spell out for her.
Translation?
Ava 4 (her typical signature)
I love you Mrs. Masten. You are a good teacher.
Don't you wish you were a preschool teacher? Love it.
1 comments:
Words must be one of Ava's love language - what a precious letter to write and to receive! Bless your heart Ava!
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