It happened first thing this morning with my third grade reading group. I asked the children to tell me about their weekends - just our Monday morning debriefing custom.  One girl looked at me with sad brown eyes and said, “My goat died.” 

Where else would you hear such a statement in a normal conversation?  I LOVE my job.

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