My mom and I went to visit my sister's classroom today. My mom baked the students cookies and I was the mystery reader. Despite my intense anxiety, I managed to get myself to read them The Polar Express. They were very well behaved during my reading, which was great because I am no disciplinarian. When I finished reading I helped pass out the cookies and hot chocolate. While the kids went to gym my sister put little bells in each of their pockets. I kind of wish I could have been there when they found them. They apparently started screaming "I believe! I believe!" Very cute, but I think I'll stick to teaching eighteen year olds.