I didn’t think to mention this at the time, or perhaps I did but in the euphoria of the moment I neglected to follow-through, whatever; the lass “graduated” from her pre-K class last week. Friday morning to be more precise.
It was a nice little ceremony thingy. The kids got books that highlighted some of their handiwork from the school year: drawings, projects and the like. There were pictures as well. They “sang” (screamed…obliterated?) a couple of songs as well.
Leaving aside that this was a pre-K class that they were graduating from; I’ll also note that she will be returning to this exact same class next year. Presumably, she’ll graduate from that class as well.
I could launch into a diatribe of sorts about the absurdity of graduating from pre-K classes and the like. The boy will be having a “graduation” from Kindergarten next week where he’ll walk across a “bridge” in the gym symbolizing his journey from one side of the gym to the other… Alas, these are the times we live in and making a stink out it doesn’t accomplish much.
I reckon the best thing to do is to make them aware that bigger, better and more important moments await them.