On the day we celebrated Catcher's "graduation" from preschool, it was a beautiful late May afternoon in Austin. We gathered on the Capitol grounds for a school picnic, and the little lads and lasses were treated to delicious sno-cones. There were races up and down and around the lawn and all the outdoor imagination fun a bunch of preschoolers can dream up.
Today was a different story. Today it was Scout's class's turn (the class of 2028, by the way) to celebrate the end of the year. It also happened to be the 19th day in a row that it has rained in this city (I'm not a meteorologist, but I'm pretty sure that's a record). So instead of sno-cones there was popcorn; instead of rolling down grassy knolls outdoors, these youngsters found themselves in the middle of a kiddie mosh pit in the basement of a church. There were bubbles, however, so I guess that made up for it.
Before we laid out blankets on classroom floors for an indoor picnic, and before we ventured into the basement for a kiddie concert, the graduating class performed for their parents in the chapel. They treated us to their own renditions of "Hallelujah, Praise Ye the Lord" and "Jesus Loves Me" complete with hand and body motions. Scout was pretty stoked.