Adam's class had an end-of-the-year party at a classmate's house. He LOVED his teacher, Miss Michelle. He would hug her, kiss her, play with her hair, and say "I love you, My Shell." And she loved him back. She actually got teary-eyed when I told her that Adam wouldn't be back in her class next year. I wish he could, but it's too long of a drive since we moved off the beach.
