Hmmm?

Wee G's primary school promotion ceremony. School was a lot different when I was wee, and the Earth was still warm. I only recall pushing off from primary school one day, then showing up at secondary school a remarkably short number of weeks later. I'm not even sure how big a deal this was when Goat was that age, but it's big doings now.

Call me a cynic, but I'll hold most of my applause for the high school graduation in a few years. That's where our future ditch-diggers are identified. There's nothing wrong with digging ditches of course - there's never shame in honest work but, at this stage, I wouldn't be normal if I didn't hope for better for my kin. Here's hoping this is nowhere close to the best day of Wee G's life.