The other day a proud father showed me a photo of his son’s graduation. There was the beaming scholar, diploma in hand, tasselled mortarboard on head, ready to take on the world.
“Congratulations,” I said. But something puzzled me. The kid is only three feet tall. He’s graduating from nursery school.
“Since when do nursery schools have graduation ceremonies?” I asked.
“Oh, they have graduation ceremonies for everything these days,” he said. “It was a big deal. All the parents came. Grandparents too. And of course the nannies.”