I'm not sure why they don't just call it 8th grade graduation. Not that I think we need an 8th grade graduation. It's pretty long and boring, and pointless, if you ask me.
But on the other hand, if I'm this much of a basket case when my 2nd child steps up to high school . . .
what am I going to be like when each child graduates from high school?
I guess I'll find out in two years.
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And then of course there will be college graduations.
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And weddings.
And grandchildren.
Oh my. Maybe we should buy stock in Puffs.
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