Graduation

I have rarely been tempted to quote Mr. Incredible, but it does happen.

Anyway, Harris graduated from kindergarten a couple of weeks ago, before we set out for the great white north. Each student chose what they wanted to be when they grew up and memorized a little poem about their chosen career. Harry decided on Air Force pilot and Emily made him up a nice uniform.



Also, I seem to have finally destroyed Emily's computer, so cherish those tiny pics of Anna, they're all that exist.

PS-One million photos incoming.