When the end of the day finally comes, you wait in car line with butterflies and mixed emotions. Did she like it? Was she scared?
As you stretch and try to find her somewhere in the mass of students lined and waiting to be picked up, you notice that the Assistant Principal is calmly approaching your car window. He's walking directly towards you and it's hard to determine his expression. Suddenly, there's a crack in his smile when he simply says, "Could you please have your daughter refrain from doing cartwheels in car line?"
I think she'll be okay.
Here's to a good year of school. Cartwheels and all. XO