I hope that song is stuck in your head all day. That’s the kind of person I am.
Today was Big G’s preschool graduation. Several things amuse me about this:
- Seriously? Preschool graduation?
- This is his second year of preschool. He misses the cutoff for kindergarten by 4 days, so he’ll have yet another year of preschool. By the time he starts kindergarten, he’ll have graduated from preschool three times. I’m guessing by then he’ll assume that graduation is a natural occurrence at the end of every school year.
- The kids put on a musical program, which is touching, awesome and pee-your-pants hilarious. Especially when my kid is involved.
For a long time I scoffed at the idea of preschool graduation. Why would you mark a milestone that doesn’t actually mean anything? As I get older, I realize we do these things for the sheer entertainment value out of sincere love for the children. If you ever feel down in the dumps and it happens to be May, go find yourself a preschool graduation. You’ll thank me for it. (Unless you get arrested for hanging around preschool children without one of your own.)
I realize not everyone can find a preschool graduation, so I thought I’d post an excerpt from Big G’s graduation.
I won’t be offended if you don’t watch the whole thing, but the best part happens at about 38 seconds, when the girl next to Big G starts wondering what the crap is wrong with that kid next to her. Awesome.
That’s Big G’s favorite classmate. I’m not going to type her name, because I’m stressing a little even posting a picture of somebody else’s child. But I really wanted you to see the looks on their faces–I’m pretty sure what we have here is Big G’s first girlfriend. We got her digits and everything.
Wait…did I just play wingman for my 4-year-old? I’m a little worried.