“Am I your favorite student? I’m your favorite student, right?” This is a question I get asked by one spunky third grade girl in my class almost daily.
I usually don’t answer. Or I reply, “I don’t have favorites.”
One day as we were walking out of school, she asked again. “Am I your favorite student? I’m your favorite student, right?” She always says it with this adorable face that she has mastered, being the only girl in a family of five kids.
That particular day I decided on a new response, “Let’s put it this way, Claire…When you leave third grade…I’ll cry.”
“But tears of sadness, or tears of joy?!”