Tucker had his preschool graduation about a week and a half ago. Once again, for the THIRD TIME, it was rainy that day and so it had to be moved inside to the church. Not once have I gotten to go to the park where it is supposed to be. I am cursed I guess. Maybe in three years Ellie will have better luck. Anyway. Tucker was so excited for it:
See?
Here is he doing some sort of actions...love the half tucked, half untucked look he has going on.
He had practiced a lot and totally knew his part, but when he got up he still wanted the helper to prompt him. Silly boy.
Here he is with the fabulous Miss Lisa - my kids have all loved her. She is the greatest preschool teacher ever! She has endless patience and just loves little kids. Dayton still rushes up to hug her every time we see her at church.
Poor Tucker was so sad to see preschool end. As soon as we got home he started crying b/c he wanted to be able to go back to preschool again. I tried getting him excited about kindergarten but he wasn't buying it. We even took him out to lunch afterwards (a tradition), and he couldn't be cheered up.
This is the best he could do when I asked him to smile. Poor boy. He randomly broke into tears several times that day. Thankfully it didn't last too long, and it's nice that we just live down the street from his teacher so he can still say hi.
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