This story is entitled "all about mis. wheeler an me" by a precious little blonde cowgirl in my room. Here goes:
Another disclaimer: Really, really, I'm not terribly short tempered. Not too terribly anyway. It's just that I'd had a certain little boy talking out of turn entirely too much. Right before this writing lesson, I had sternly pointed my finger and reprimanded him about interrupting me. I guess it was perceived as a bit short tempered. Maybe a little.
See? That is a classy green dress. See my green bunny slippers I'm wearing? See I'm smiling. I do smile at kids.
Aren't kids the cutest? Makes me almost want to have one. And then I go stick my head in the microwave.