Shy

Since Thursday is the girls' last day of school, they have been bringing home piles of old schoolwork every day this week.

I found this in Sophie's writing notebook. As a lifetime member of "Shy R Us" I can confirm she hit the nail right on the head!!

Shy

Shy is gray.
It smells like rain.
It looks like night.
It tastes like dirt.
It sounds like nobody talking.
Shy feels like goose bumps.

Yep.