Really, I do.
*No, she didn't kill me yet. She and her posse limited themseves to standing around me in a circle trying to kick me in the shins. In response, I picked them up and placed them on top of cupboards from which they couldn't get down. The day when we end up fighting each other with knives in the entrance hall draws nearer, I fear.
**ADHD boy was unusually quiet in class last week. Because he found a wounded sparrow. Which he brought to class. On top of his head. Through the whole class. Resisting attempts to remove it. Just sitting there. With a sparrow on his head. Chirping away. A sparrow. I have no words.