(which, Oliver says, must be punched every time you place one down :)
But my favourite moment had to be watching Molly write her story. When she was ready to read her epic novel to me, her cheeks were warm and rosy from feverishly scrawling all those imaginative thoughts onto paper. She complained, with a big smile, that her hand hurt from writing--a teacher's dream... sigh.
reading her rough draft to me
typing up a good copy
May God bless your school year and grant you many wonderful and successful ideas, favour with your children and patience.