Tonight, C asked me if there was a disease some people are born with that makes you always frown or makes you look sad when you're happy. Not that I know of, I said. Why? He said they had a new student teacher start today and she never smiles.
How nice it would be to be eight-years-old again and not know of the pressure and stress of adulthood. To think that if someone isn't smiling, that there must be something wrong with her.