My teacher's SO pretty.
My teacher lets us *chew gum*!
Not much more than that. But really, who could need or ask for more?
I folded to the pressure--Merry's bad memories of 'kids making fun of her plain backpack--and the night before school started, with a very bad attitude because--A. I hate crafting and B. I hate ironing--I affixed the butterfly transfers and pinned on the beads. No silly kids are gonna make fun of MY girl's backpack! (This parent also has her priorities straight.)
