Dylan’s Kindergarten Graduation

Jenny and Zoe and Dylan's Kindergarten graduationDylan's kindergarten graduationDylan’s kindergarten graduation was this morning, so naturally the ol’ Ford truck and I traveled somewhat beyond the speed limit in order to make it on time.

Little Miss Zoe was a lil’ tired grumpy girl this morning. We were glared at from under lowered brows with a little pooched out bottom lip several times. She dressed herself in a pink camouflage skirt and a black, pink, purple, and blue shirt. They did not match in any way, shape or form. She threw a hissy when Mommy wanted to change her clothes, so off we went. She immediately fell down and skinned her knees as soon as we went out the front door. Yes, she inherited my grace in movement.

If you wonder at Zoe’s lack of fashion sense, wonder no more. MeeMaw here was wearing a green camouflage shirt, pants of a slightly different yet not matching green hue, and white tennis shoes with pink and white socks. It was not a pretty sight. I ran into the house after SwampMan left and I’d let the sheep out to graze and fed the lambs, some of the chickens, ducks, and rabbits, and ran into the house shedding clothes on my way to the shower. The clothes I was planning on wearing had gotten crumpled in the closet, so I grabbed what was hanging near them, dressed hurriedly, and ran out the door without so much as drying my hair or putting on any sort of makeup to ease the eyes of my fellow humans.

Mommy looked down at Zoe’s hair flying wildly in divergent directions. She looked at my hair. She sighed, and said “She REALLY DID get your hair!” Hunh. I guess my hair was doing its Albert Einstein look-alike thing again. Dang. Poor Zoe’s hair is curly in some places and absolutely straight in others. It flips up over her ears. Daughter used to absolutely HATE that in my hair. “WHY in the world do you fix your hair like that?” she would ask. “I don’t. It just DOES it on its own!” I would protest. “Well, you need to DO SOMETHING!” she would say. “It looks HORRIBLE!” Grin. The ONLY THING to do about it is to either let it grow so long that the weight of it pulls the weird curl out, or cut it off. This is why my hair is about an inch long (Look! No curls!) yet STILL unruly.

Mommy just lets her hair drip dry out of the shower, probably didn’t even brush it, and it fell in soft beautiful waves. Perhaps one day Zoe and I will get together and shave her head when Zoe gets older.

Dylan (in the blue shirt) was his little mischievous self albeit on his best behavior after the 911 call last week. I am so proud of our little first grader! Well, we assume he’s going to be a first grader. I anxiously asked that very question of his Mommy when we were there. She said “Well, he’s with the rest, so I guess he’s going to first grade!”

“Um, would they tell little kindergarteners ‘No, you can’t participate, because YOU FAILED?'”

“I would think probably not!” she said, after reflection.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t think so, either.”

We pondered that for awhile until I realized that they would have sent Mommy a notice of retention if he were being held back. We do not doubt his intelligence; it’s just that it is very hard to be five years old, filled with energy, and to have to sit inside and be quiet and work for very long.

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    kcduffy said,

    Congratulations, Dylan! Ya done good!

    The school system was not invented to deal with active little boys – they invented ritalin to control active little boys.

    I was born and raised in north central and eastern Montana. The humidity there is LOW. My hair had some wave to it, ‘body’ it was called then, I think. There was one curl on each side of my forehead that sometimes looked like horns. When I was 29 I moved to Florida for the first time. My hair was very long, and still had ‘body.’ After a 3 year trip to Maine, we came back to Florida – and I seem to have developed curl in my hair. LOTS of curl. Especially those little horns. A few years ago, I cut my hair off very short. NO more obnoxious curls! As it grew out, I noticed – it’s only curly in places. PART of my bangs. The layer underneath the outer layer is curly, the outer layer is straight. The top isn’t curly, but behind my ears and over my forehead is curly. Except days like today, when it looks like high school again cuz the dew point & humidity are so low. It’s a mess and I hate it. I keep it clipped up, as I don’t like the feel of it when it wraps my neck (especially if it’s hot & sweaty). Pony tails give me a headache, and I can’t wear headbands because of my glasses. I just hate it.

    God Bless Zoe and her Grandma and their wild hair! I am not alone!

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    swampie said,

    The Wild Hair Bunch.

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    no2liberals said,

    Congratulations Dylan.
    Sure sorry a thread in your honor got derailed with hair and clothes talk, so this video is for you.

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