Preschool is destined to disappoint my son.

Charlie made his first preschool visit yesterday.

As we ate breakfast, he asked me to come to school with him

When I told him I had to go to work, he said, "I'm so sorry that you have to work, and I'm so sad you can't come. I want you to come. I will miss you so much."

So I was basically wrecked for the day.

Then he said, "My teacher better know a lot about water treatment facilities and how electricity gets into our house."

Suddenly I felt a little less sorry for myself.

Preschool graduation!

My little girl graduated from preschool last week. I can’t believe it. 

Don’t even think of criticizing me for calling it a graduation. It was more than a graduation. It was a momentous occasion. A celebration. An achievement of epic proportions.  

Maybe not epic proportions, but I like to poke the lunatics of the world who take stands against calling anything but completion of high school or college a graduation, as if they are the arbiters of the word. The graduation police.

My little girl is onto kindergarten next year, which is bittersweet for me.

The bad news: My little girl is growing up.

The good news: No more preschool payments.

In the world of gambling, this is known as a push.