trace dicocco: On Monday we ran outside...
trace dicocco: we packed our lunches
trace dicocco: and ate on the grass
trace dicocco: and spent the day at a one room schoolhouse
trace dicocco: ah, melts my heart
trace dicocco: and she keeps peeking back at mom... yes, I'm still here.
trace dicocco: in a bororwed costume, we had the time of our lives
trace dicocco: with ducks and geese
trace dicocco: and playground games
trace dicocco: it was all Ava has been dreaming of for weeks now
trace dicocco: inside the school house it was class as usual
trace dicocco: with spelling and math and history
trace dicocco: girls on one side, boys on the other