I really wish I had the creativity to write a book. I have millions of ideas that would make great stories (to me of course), but can't figure out how to translate them to page. Which sucks for me, because I have always wanted to to write. Such as in the case of Stephanie Myers, my ideas are from my own personal screwed up dreams. Hero fantasy maybe?
So, away from that. I talked to to Thumbelinas preschool director yesterday. Since she is one of the kids getting caught by the deadline, I don't want her walking in this years graduation, only to have to do it again next year. She agreed, but then told me that while they love having her, she feels that she is the one who is the most ready to go to Kindergarten, despite being the youngest. Which makes me proud, yet frustrated all at the same time.