Another Frickin Freakin Fracken Passage

Naw, it's not really frickin freaken fracken, but it is another passage, which means I ain't gettin any younger, Maggie.

Wednesday was the end of the school year: his second (SK), her fourth (grade 2). The spinning seems to whirl faster and faster. Meanwhile, I go slower and slower. Hmph.

Well anyoleway, here are the commemorative pictures of their last morning of the school year with us.

It began with the kids writing thank you notes to their teachers: four for her (English and French teachers and assistants) ...

... and two for him. He has a painful moment trying to find the right words. I know how he feels.

She needed to use Google Translate to figure out what to write to her French teacher, and she did not require any assistance for finding the app or for typing in the long English sentence that she wanted to translate.

Once he was done with the notes, he settled on the front porch and did whatever on his tablet.

Amma shoes them out the door for the last time for more than two months.

Don't look so glum, chum.

We did have enough time for a few shenanigans.

A pretty cute pose.

Here we go round the mulberry bush

Buppa's garden.

I finally got them to head across to the bus stop.

Waiting in line.

They are each holding onto to gift card for the bus driver. Neither wants to be left out.

The presentation: the driver gave me a thank you wave (not captured).

Sooner than not, or so it seemed, they were home and primed for two months of no more teachers ...