It’s the day of the year we’ve been looking forward to all year long: the official last day of preschool. And true to our earlier prediction, this one here is the first child in the Dunham family to graduate preschool. The evidence:
We’ve got four extra kids in our family for the weekend, so we “celebrated” this momentous occasion by dusting off my mortar board from OSU and the NHS tassel from high school (because it had blue in it and Millie’s school colors also contained blue). I said “I hereby pronounce you officially graduated from the institution of preschool” in front of everyone and we gobbled up the graduation rice krispy treats made specifically for this occasion.
Now that I no longer have to remember to take her to preschool I’m guessing I might end up driving her there again next week by accident.
Okay, not really.
And just like that, like the season of diapers, 5-point-harnesses, and holding hands on the escalator, this stage is over for our family. It’s been a good one, but I know it gets better. Though if she would still cuddle like only a 5-year-old can for a few more years nobody around here will complain.