Not so. I would like to introduce you to seven year old, second grade me: Tory. And my long-suffering teacher, Mrs. Stark (who I loved SO much).
So here it is. My mea culpa. I open myself up for flogging and offer forgiveness, patience and grace to my children. They come by it honestly.
The task was to write an answer to a question she would write on the board, or a story based on a prompt. There were rules about how much you had to write. I apparently didn't know the rules or didn't care, because my writing was just THAT GOOD, a little went a long way.
I was asked to list my favorite hobbies. After she had the nerve to point out that 'playing smell' is not a hobby, I hastily scribbled an & sign in between the two. Because 'smell' is a legit pastime.
What am I thankful for? Not nearly enough, obviously.
I see the underlined 'new' here and the exclamation point and I think, "I probably drove Mrs. Stark to drinking."
Sometimes love just isn't enough. All of those songs were WRONG.
"Much more" seems to be a recurring theme.
See, here she tried to shame me into writing more. It didn't work.