I love an eternal optimist. My daughter always believes the best. An inherited trait you say? Probably not...
So, I walked by her classroom at school the other day and noticed her desk had been moved. Instead of being a part of the group, her desk was isolated by the window. I made a mental note to inquire more about this once we were home.
While we were eating the proverbial meatloaf and green beans supper, I questioned the movement of desk placement.
"So I noticed your desk was moved by the window at school. Why do you think this is?"
"Well, the teacher said it was because I was talking too much. But I think she just wanted to place me in the sunshine."
What an optimist! Little twerp.