This is how I was greeted when Claire came home from school yesterday:
You see, it was the 100th day of school, and that is means for a BIG celebration in our neck of the woods.
I found the following artwork shoved in her backpack with all the other 100th day celebration paraphernalia.
I am in love with it.
Apparently Claire realizes that when you get to be 100 years old you may be a tad bit grumpy. You also may weld a cane with tennis balls on the end to fight off people who may be in your way.
I love 1st graders.