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So, one little boy I see made my day today by asking me when he was going upstairs (my office and therapy room is on the second floor). He continued to say that "Go upstairs my favorite part school!" Yes, this is why he has to see me, but that's not the point. I was so thrilled that I told him I didn't hear what he said, just to make him repeat it louder so that everyone else could hear. Shameless, maybe. But gratifying. 

Of course this whole scene was dampened somewhat when the next little boy I pulled for therapy (he's 2, mind you), screams bloody murder every time he sees me come into his classroom. Thanks... love you, too. xoxo.