Hannah brought home her friend Sara's story that Sara wrote at school. Seems I happen to be featured in the paper. I had heard this through the grape vine. However I hadn't seen it until today. After reading the story I thought I would share Sara's story with you:
"I went to the father daughter dance and I saw my friend, and her name is Hannah. And her dad was so sweaty he wiped his forhead with her sweater. After the dance we got ice creame."
In my defence, I'll have you know I didn't actully wipe my head with the sweater. Some dad's like to dance.
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