My little man graduated from preschool last night. It had been a busy day for him. We started off spending the day with friends where he rode bikes, scooters, and just did the boy thing outside most of the day. As soon as we got home, he went straight to the neighbors house where he played in the hot tub. Then came home to get ready to head to his TBall game. After sliding more times than he needed to and being completely covered in dirt, we headed straight to his graduation ceremony. Overall, he did really well. I anticipated a meltdown at some point which happened when we had to leave his TBall game a few minutes early to be on time for graduation and he totally lost it because we didn't get his snack after the game. When the kids received their certificate they were asked, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Lots of cute answers... firefighter, doctor, a jet fighter pilot, Cinderella, a mom , a dad, the usual answers. Then Jake has his turn and his answer? "A King!" What in the world??? I was totally expecting a baseball player or sports of some sort... but no... a ruler! O'well... it got a good laugh.
