Boo floated outside the classroom door like a celebrity arriving at a press conference, chest puffed out, tail flicking with unnecessary drama, a grin stretched so wide it looked permanently glued to his face.
"May I come in, teacherrrrrr?" he sang in a long, spooky-dramatic tone, dragging the word like a haunted musical note.
Every baby immediately turned to stare at him with suspicious curiosity.
"Yes, Boo," Alina said, amused, already sensing chaos.
He floated inside with exaggerated elegance, spinning once in the air as if entering a royal court, still grinning like he had just won a ghost lottery.
"So?" Alina asked, folding her arms playfully. "What did Principal Sir want?"
Boo placed a hand on his chest proudly. "Well," he announced loudly, "Principal was VERY impressed with me. Extremely. Deeply. Emotionally moved. He even prepared a special flying chair just for me."
The babies gasped.
