So Fiona graduated from pre-school. I say that with a straight a face as possible — I really don't think all the pomp and circumstance is really necessary for one's impending entry into kindergarten, but at the same time it's nice that they did something to mark the passing from one institution to another.
The kids, largely bemused and (mostly) sticking to their practiced roles, weren't as interesting to watch as the parents, who, um, asserted their rights as photographers. And since everyone else was doing it, I didn't feel quite so bad about sneaking up to get an unobtrusive shot or two.
As utterly silly as I thought this was, I have to admit: I got a little choked up. Not because I thought the current event was so momentous, but because it said, "This is the first time of many." We've had Fiona close to six years... sixteen can't be all that far off.