Call a medic.
My heart is broken.
The summer has flown by and my baby is in the first grade.
Which means she is gone.
All. Day. Long.
And I miss her already.
*If you didn't get the joke in my caption, then congratulations! You are not a huge nerd.
...Also, I apologize, but I may have just ruined the ending of one of America's greatest short stories for you - The Lottery by Shirley Jackson.