Every time I pick Harper up from school, I ask her pretty much the same questions on the way home to get a grasp of how her day went. Who was your partner for centers? What’s the letter of the week? Did anyone get in trouble? Who’d you play with outside?
Yesterday, she told me about how a girl was “in the brown house outside and boys were yelling at her. And I went and helped her and yelled STOP DOING THAT to them and they said sorry and she said thank you.”
Could I be any more proud of my girl? She’s already sticking up for friends and it makes me the most proud mama in the universe.