Last week did not disappoint with all the typical insanity that May brings. Included in this flurry of activities, was 6th grade graduation. When did this start, an actual graduation ceremony? How did we survive as kids without it? I think it's a great idea. It is definitely a huge milestone and one to be celebrated.
As part of this celebration, we hosted, last Saturday, a class party (thank heavens it wasn't the entire grade!) of a couple dozen or so 12 year olds, girls and boys, all with varying degrees of hormones, for more than seven hours.
Need I say more?
The photo is what remains of some of our pool noodles. This is only the tip of the iceberg, but I didn't think to take other photos. The pile of ruined items was hilarious. Our eight year old girl was so appalled by the level of, shall we say, "energy" that she started quietly, but quickly, grabbing pool accessories and toys that she particularly liked and hid them from the mob.
Later that night, when I was scraping brownies, cookies and any other food item that can be ground into a floor -- and let me pause here for a moment and suggest to anyone who is finishing their basement that they should MOST definitely stain your cement floor rather than carpet --- I realized that it was the first time in a long time that I was actually happy about cleaning (which is a relative BREEZE with a cement floor). I was happy about it because it was a riot to see the absolute pure joy that kids are so great at harnessing. They had an absolute ball, they didn't do any permanent damage, and they are really awesome kids who have a great future ahead of them.
Here's to Jackson, his class, and newly graduated 6th graders everywhere! And finally, here's to SUMMERTIME!
