Maybe because I remember writing and drawing them for my mom when I was a little kid, too. I received these recently from a 3rd grade class of wild kids who really want to be good, but don't know how to communicate with others, listen or control their bodies. They want me to love them, even though they know they drive me crazy. Their cute little sincere notes warm my heart, and remind me that they are trying to behave, to follow directions, to stay on task. I come home and put them on my fridge.
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