With a bit of an unexpected ending to Emma's state-mandated education, the high school provided yard signs for the seniors. At the school to pick it up, they had this display.
The poor child had to stand there for several seconds as her mother and I took photos.
The sign in hand, it was back home, where Emma endured the indignity of even more of her parents insufferable picture taking.
And sometime this year she'll get to walk across the stage. I think.
