Autumn is a beautiful little second grade girl in my school. She's the type of kid that you almost need to seek out when you're having a shitty day because she reminds you how awesome it is to work with kids, and even with all the bureaucratic morons making decisions, the testaholics, and Common Core nonsense, it's ultimately a very special privilege to be an educator.
Every time I pass Autumn in the hall, she comes over and gives me a big hug. She doesn't scream and act obnoxious like many little girls who want to give hugs to teachers, just a beautiful smile and a warm genuine hug.
The Monday following the Thanksgiving break, Autumn approached me for a morning hug just like any other day. As I hugged her back I said, "Good morning! How was you Thanksgiving Sweetie?"
"GREAT!" she said with a giant smile, "But I had a ton of diarrhea."