Zoey graduated from kindergarten last week. I believe a bunch of the girls are headed to Cancun for Grad Week.
They had a nice little graduation ceremony for the kids (yeah, who the hell am I kidding -- we all know it was for the parents). Right before they received their diplomas, the kids marched onto the stage of the auditorium and acted out the lyrics to a song.
I recognized the song, but couldn't place it.
When the kids got to the chorus, the light bulb went off above my head. I rolled my eyes and whispered to Ella, "Oh my God. I can't believe they're doing Celine." When she didn't answer me, I looked at her.
She was crying.
Of course, it doesn't take much to tug at her heartstrings. She's the heart and I'm the head. It makes for a good balance.
So I turned to the person next to me to see if she was a little bit freaked out to see the kids doing this strange Celine Dion pantomime. She was also crying.
I scanned the room and noticed there wasn't a dry eye in the house. It was like everyone was watching the last few minutes of Rudy.
It was then that I realized that I'm a heartless bastard. And while I've come to that conclusion before, it's never been as apparent as it was that day.
Song of the day: Because You Loved Me by Celine Dion
The Jerk Store Called And They're Running Out Of Me
