A couple of weeks ago, the boy graduated from preschool. Yes, graduated. With cap-and-gown and everything. We went, mostly because he thought his best friend was going to be there (alas, she wasn’t). I don’t mind saying that I’m a little horrified at the whole concept: You have to think that the person who came up with the idea of having these ceremonies wasn’t held enough as a child or something. Has our desire to flatter the self-esteem of children grown so insuperable that even this–perhaps the smallest amount of achievement possible–has to be recognized and honored?
On the other hand, we did get a chance to have a friend snap this photo, which is one of the few in the wild of us all together:
I’m not sure what that claw is coming out of the back of my head; I’m looking into having it removed, or at least pimped more stylishly.