The oldest daughter.
And the youngest child.
I'm not a fan of the idea of having graduations for Kindergarten and 8th grade. It ranks right up there with giving every child a trophy just for showing up for a few games.
Seriously.... who doesn't make it out of kindergarten?
And since we are required to go to school past 8th grade, there isn't much point in throwing a party over that either.
But 12th grade....ahhh...yes. That is not required and not everyone makes it.
Our teen decided to work his senior year and get a GED instead. He has worked his way up to assistant manager at a local restaurant with a goal of going to cooking school this fall. We are proud of him for sticking with it and getting his certificate. As for a current photo...I have been asking him to do his senior pictures but I keep getting the brush off.
The 8th grader is uncooperative--no, make that makes me promise I won't post stuff about her on the blog. Sigh....
So the other night, the kindergartener reminded me that he wanted his big graduation moment and wondered where his gifts were.
Yeah. There will be no gifts.
However, I did indulge him slightly by going upstairs and rooting around in a closet until I located his brother's slightly bedraggled graduation cap.
I plopped it on his head and we headed outside to take a few pics.
So happy graduation, Jake! ENJOY!
"Uh, Mom? What's up with this rope thingy?"
"Is this where you give me all the gifts?"
"Jake, there are no gifts."
"Hahaha, Mom! You are so funny when you tell me there aren't any."
"Jake, there are NO gifts."
"So you're telling me I have a chance."
"No, really, Jake. No gifts."
"You're such a jokester, Mom!"
"Wait. Are you telling me there are no presents?"
"You're catching on, son."
"Oh well...at least I got to wear the cap! Jordan will probably be mad about that."