An oak leaf story

So one of our new children, one who yesterday spent most of the morning crying for her dad, came right in to school this morning brandishing an oak leaf. I 'oh'd' and 'ah'd' over it for a minute, watching her grin and squirm happily from all the attention. Then the real test came. I asked if she wanted to show one of the other children in the daycare room.  And what did she do? Thought about it for a second, then rushed in, shoving her leaf in the face of the closest child. No tears, didn't even notice that dad had disappeared. I think she's gonna settle in just fine.