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The look on her face says it all

I'm all for celebrating milestones, and I am the type of mother who saves greeting cards and paintings and well-baby-check-up receipts, but this was too much even for me:







That's Phoebe "graduating" from Parent's Morning Out. Which only means that next fall she'll be in the 2-year-old classroom instead of the 1-year-old classroom.

The wisdom of holding a graduation ceremony for such an occasion is equal only to the wisdom of dressing small children -- who are freaked out and want nothing but to be held by their mommies -- in plastic grocery bags on a 95-degree day.

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aimee said…
Yeah, that is a little too much
6:30 PM
Anonymous said…
Obviously, someone didn't have enough to do one day and decided that dressing up toddlers in plastic bags would be fun!!!

Mom
9:34 AM
Abbey said…
It is a bit much but the look on her face is priceless!
10:34 AM
H Noble said…
I would so have that same look on my face too! Good grief! And all the hype about keeping plastic bags away from small children- who thought of this?!
H
1:13 PM
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