I had a really, really bad day at daycare the other day. I actually had to leave early because I just knew I couldn't take care of those kids any more. I've been hit, slapped, kicked, punched, and shoved by some of them, but it was their words that finally got to me. When I came home I was happy to see Mister and Missy waiting for me. Apparently, I'm not so good with kids, but dogs I get. Missy is the best kid a girl could ask for. Who needs kids with this face to love every day?