100th Day of School

This child really printed out a full-page color photo of my face to wear as his "Dress Like You're 100 Years Old" costume on the 100th day of school.

I told him it looked like he'd been visited by the Beauty Fairy overnight because yesterday he just looked "meh" but today he was a dazzling vision.

Still, I think he won.

smh


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