So, somebody in this house graduated last night.

I’ll give you a clue : it wasn’t me.

I have never lived in a country which takes the transition to Big School so seriously. Pre-K Graduation is a truly American rite of passage. I have European friends who have refused to take part in the past, on the grounds that it is ridiculous,  to which I say:

Piffle!

Lighten Up!

LOOK HOW CUTE SHE LOOKS IN HER PINK GOWN AND CAP!!!

The Ceremony was mercifully short (considering that it consisted mostly of out-of-tune singing in english and mangled spanish) and as a family we managed to get through it without major incident, which was amazing, when you consider this:

Her teachers even gave her a “Class Ring”.

So Baby Sister had her day and was happy as a clam and you know what? She also made up for all those years I would fume at the back of the class after yet again getting the award for ” Little Miss Brainy” or “Teachers Helper” or “Book Worm”.

She won “Little Miss Sunshine”.

She has achieved all my dreams for her. I can die happy