She still likes me best

I walked into the classroom to pick Ella up. She wasn’t broken or lost and she didn’t even have any new tattoos she was just sitting in Anne’s lap. I wanted to say “Tell me about every single moment she was away from me. What did you do? What happened? Did she like it? Did she make friends? Isn’t she just the most wonderful person you’ve ever met in your life?” Instead I opted for “Did she cry?” the answer was "No, she just took a while to warm up and then she even talked a little". "Good" I said. Ella had resigned herself to still sitting in Anne’s lap even though I was standing right there. I said “Hey puny, you ready to go?” She jumped right up and ran to me and grabbed her coat. (Phew!) I asked her to put some toys away and she placed a wayward truck into a bucket and the teenagers said thank you, handed us a picture Ella had colored, everyone waved and smiled and we left.