Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Movin' On Up

The 8th Grade graduated from our parochial school last Friday. So, as of Monday, the 7th Graders are now, officially, the oldest kids in the school.

DD#2, my baby, and her friends asked if they could eat lunch at the 8th Grade tables yesterday.

"The 8th Grade has tables?" I asked her.


"Does each grade have their own?"

"Uh-huh," she answered and then told me where they were. The tables are all the same color and are not marked in any way. Custom alone has designated them.

"So were you allowed to eat there?" I asked.

"Yes, if we didn't make a mess. And we didn't."

DD#2 is my baby. She is the last of the Warren at the school. When she graduates next June, we will have been there for 16 years.

I'm going to be a basket case...