I have a 2nd grader who comes in a few mornings a week to read for me. I love the quiet time and he’s getting one on one attention he needs.
he comes in late this morning and apologizes as there won’t be enough time, but then he opens his backpack and tells me he has a gift for me.
I’m thinking cookies?
no. He says he knows I love comics, because I have quite a few (waves to Mimi) and pulls out one of his Amazing Spiderman Comics. It’s the kids issue on bullying and I told him he didn’t have to give me a beloved comic and he said – no, I want you to have it because when you read it you’ll think of me.
Please look at these Richard pictures while I pull myself together.
I would know those legs anywhere.