Let’s just say, for the sake of argument, that there was an actual way to measure levels of cute, adorableness, and the ridiculousity of sweetness. Like a geiger counter or a richter scale. Or one of those little things the Ghostbusters hold up to measure levels of paranormal energy.
If there was such a monitor, it would probably release cute little hearts all through the air like bubbles and the noise it made would sound like bunnies giggling. If there was such a monitor, then Huck would have broken it.
Because Huck’s preschool never fails to do so-cute-it-makes-you-almost-angry-graduation ceremonies. And to any naysayers who say “why do we need a graduation ceremony for preschool?” I say this to you emphatically.. “FOR THE PARENTS, BECAUSE IT’S G-D CUTE SO TAKE YOUR HUMBUG ELSEWHERE!”
“Congratualtions too..” “Hucklebewwy” He just stole the mic from his amazing teacher and ran away with it…up next hositing SNL.
One of my favorite things they do is list each thing each child likes about school. Like so-n-so likes coloring. Huck? Huck likes playing dress up. Sounds just about right for the child of two parents with very expensive degrees in dressing up.
They sang songs with adorable hand gestures and apparently I was allergic to something in the room because my eyes just kept watering.
Later that evening Huck, still wearing his alien deelyboppers, was coloring intensely, his little tongue sticking out the way he does when he is concentrating. He paused, put his chin in his left hand, looked at me and said in literally the cutest voice I have ever heard,
“Mommy, puppies can be any color, right?”
I feel as though I have blinked and this entire year has gone. Max is almost done with Kindergarten, Huck is done with his 3’s class and off to the 4’s, Piper is almost ONE for pete’s sake.
And darn it all, Huck went and broke the cute-o-meter so what on earth will we do?
Soldier on, I suppose. Bring on the unmeasurable cute….