I am writing this on the morning of the last day of school in Greendale, so excuse me if I get a bit nostalgic or emotional. This past Monday I attended the end-of-year celebration in my son's kindergarten class in which dozens of moms, dads, grandparents and even great grandparents squeezed our adult-sized butts into tiny plastic seats as we listened to our children read a poem and receive an award from their teacher. But the last and most emotional part of the celebration was a ten minute video that my son's teacher had put together highlighting the best and most memorable parts of their first full year of school.

Children cried, parents sniffled, I even think the teacher might have had a tear (even though she's been saying "goodbye friends" to groups of children for more years than Justin Bieber has been alive). One little boy, whose parents could not make it really broke down and cried. Who came to sit with him on the floor and hug him and rock with him and tell him that everything would be all right - that he would see his friends again next year? His teacher...