The Graduate

Tonight was THE night – I graduated from Private Kindergarten. I have the option to go into first grade next year, but my mommy and daddy are putting me into the public school system as a kindergartner since my birthday is so late (Aug 11 – put it on your calendars). They thought it might be beneficial for my development and so does this 60 Minutes segment on “Redshirting Kindergarteners” (very interesting for other parents of late birthday kids). They wanted me in some formal program for this past year so that is how I ended up in the Private K class.

Anyway, back to the subject of ME…..GRADUATING!! Mommy, daddy, and grannie kept saying they were so proud of me and that made me feel proud of myself. It was like I wasn’t even me. I was totally nervous, but I put on my brave face and took pictures with everyone and smiled and even said our poem – I didn’t scream the words like some of my other friends, but I was saying it loud and proud. I could say a lot, but these pics say so much and the video isn’t too bad either except for the brief period where daddy let the camera focus on the table. BTW I think mommy and daddy are happy/sad about me graduating and growing up.

Oh, before I forget, thank you to Mrs. Dutler – she was so sweet and kind to me and made my parents feel confident she would teach me well and wouldn’t put any unnecessary anxiety on me in school. Thank you Ms. Layla because she was just so sweet to me at all times. She always use to say I was her favorite and that always gets you places with me and my family. And a last shout out to all my hommies in Private K – Greyson (see you this summer at the pool), Brock, Joshua V, Joshua S, and Jaxon. You were my main posse for the past 3 years. Wish there could be more, but time to move on – like a rolling stone, baby.

 

The Graduate

Nothing to do with Mrs. Robinson here. It is all about my cousin Bubba. He just graduated from college and wants to be a game warden. The question that comes to mind is whether or not the nickname Bubba influenced his life in any way (see below). Remember that I said he graduated from college, right? Well, we all witnessed him trying to catch a snake with a stick at the after party. Now I know I haven’t even entered college yet, but I know better than to try and catch a snake with a stick. His mama seemed real proud of her baby boy……mamas don’t let your babies grow up to go to Texas A&M Commerce….

Anyway, me and the folks spent the day at the Cox Family Farm in Emory, TX to celebrate. This was a pretty cool place. Besides having some cool family members there, this place had blackberries they make into wine. They also have a big tank to fish in, a tractor, and 4-wheelers to play on. I rode on the tractor with mommy and my great aunt Cindy. And then daddy and I rode the 4-wheeler. It felt like we were going fast, but we really weren’t because daddy said we needed to be safe. While daddy and I were riding around, we went potty man style – on a tree….daddy said that was our tree from now on. Not sure I really want to do anything with that tree now, but whatever you say dad. Overall, it was a great time and I can’t wait to go back. Cindy said I could go back when it was time to pick berries. I guess she knows I have some migrant worker in my blood.

BTW shout out to my cousin Chrissy and her husband Michael because they are expecting their first child.

Oh, and this was BEFORE the tequila made an appearance….

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