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This morning *sniff* was kindergarten graduation. I know everyone says things like this, but I can’t get over how fast the year went. It seems like the first day of school was just yesterday.

As you can see (for more pics, click on flickr in the left hand column), the kindergarten class had a small ceremony where they sung some songs, delivered roses to their parents and received awards. Oh, and TBTITWW put together a wonderful slide show of the kids.

Jack was beside himself excited. So excited, in fact, that he got into trouble yesterday during graduation practice. He came home and told me he wasn’t going to be able to graduate because he had been goofing off so much. Since there was no note from TBTITWW to back this up, I assumed it was a warning threat and that he would be participating.

Participate he did, and he was wonderful. Except for the VERY loud “AAAAHHHHHH CHOOOOOO!” (a legitimate sneeze turned dramatic) in the middle of the ceremony. Fortunately (or, really, unfortunately) everyone thought it was very funny and he got a lot of laughs.

Despite Jack’s spiritedness and his lack of ability to always contain such, he really is so sweet. Really. All the way to the core. He absolutely basks in a good word or a smile from a teacher or parent. Anyone willing to look past the occasional constant craziness that is Jack seemingly falls in love with him.

Yesterday, as we pulled up to school, Jack spotted the principal. She is a wonderful person, but for the sake control and order, she comes across as stern and serious. (When she smiles, though, you think she’s your best friend). Many kids and a lot of parents (including me) are intimidated by her.

Jack, unsurprisingly, spent more time than some getting to know the principal this year. When we pulled up yesterday and saw her, though, he said, “I love her.” Mmmmmhmmmmm. It’s a good thing we’re moving. Jack has her figured out.

When we stopped to talk to Jack’s teacher at the graduation party, she told me to be sure to look on the board in the classroom before we left. She had put up a picture that Jack had drawn her of himself so that she wouldn’t forget him when we move to Chicago. (The blond on the right is the teacher.)

Makes your heart melt a little, doesn’t it?