Today I was at my daughter's 8th grade graduation because, in the words of Mr. Incredible, "They keep creating new ways to celebrate mediocrity." I mean, it's great that she "graduated" from 8th grade, but seriously?? And it's not even like she'll go to a different school. All three schools are under the SAME ROOF! Next year she only has to walk about 20 extra feet further from the house.
Anyway, after a 3 hour torture of sitting through EVERY.SINGLE.AWARD.POSSIBLE. (none of which went to my daughter) they finally got to the graduation part. Pamela was in the 2nd row, so I knew she would be toward the beginning (which was also good because I had to get the heck out of there for yet another thing I was late for!).
Just as they announced that graduation was to begin, Blaise vanished. I didn't worry too much about it, I mean where's he going to go? But just as Pamela's row stood up, he returned. With a juice. From the cafeteria. Which he did not pay for.
When I told Pamela about it, she was all "How did he do that?" asked in a tone like "I haven't been able to figure out how to steal from the cafeteria and my two year old brother figures it out in a day."
(And for the curious few who want to know what happened next, a lovely sweet neighbor of mine went back and paid for the drink so that I could stay and watch my daughter "graduate".)
The things we leave behind.
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