Toast to Toast

Daniel really likes to channel Bob Parr aka Mr Incredible when the kids have any kind of recognition program- such as kindergarten graduation. He thinks "its psychotic- they keep creating new ways to celebrate mediocrity." So he was not very excited to have to go to Toasts graduation  last night. It didnt help that we were in the very back row, and that  I left him with the 2 yahoos aka James and Bennie-boo, and crept down the aisle to the front so I could snap a few pictures. (there were a bunch of other parents who had the same idea, so I was still pretty far back and then ended up with pictures of the backs of other people heads from them popping up the exact moment I was trying to snap a picture, so my effort was pretty much wasted anyway)
But Toast was very excited and that made it worthwhile. Now for some squint your eyes and try to find him pictures.
                                                 (T is for Toast- does that help you find him?)

                                           (This is him shaking the hands of the tattooed principal)
                             (I tried to figure out what her tattoo was of, but my vision is horrible and my best guess
                                      is a mosquito- as the schools mascot is just that- but I could be wrong)

(and here he is using his certificate as a spotting scope)

 

                                           He looks all innocent and charming as we head out

                                              But he turns into gremlin mode very quickly

                                    Kylie was bored by the whole thing. Note her pirate look
                  She had a pirate party and this was the best "costume" we could come up with
                                          Personally I think its more "punk" than "pirate" but oh well.

Since we made a big deal about Kylies kinder graduation 2 years ago we had to do the same with Toast, so after his little program we let him choose his favorite place for dinner. He chose Olive Garden- weird cuz he isnt a pasta fan, but whatever floats his boat. So we took all 4 yahoos to dinner. Madness ensued. They sat us in a booth right between 2 parties of 4 made up of those 60 and older. They were none too pleased with my Bennie boo turning to them and growling/yelling/and calling them "grandpa". Nor did they appreciate Jamseys continual head bonking against the side of the booth,  (this is why we dont take them out to eat unless its a one on one date-) But again- Toast was so excited that we couldnt be too irritated, and thankfully the old people werent mean about it.

So now we finally get to join the rest of the world on summer vacation. WOOHOO!