Last night we attended the annual end of season baseball ice cream social at the high school. The social usually takes place in June, well before the seniors have scattered to far-flung corners of the world; this year, not so much. In fact the Man-Cub was the only senior left to attend the event.
Mikey and Tones both left the day after our luau. The other four seniors departed earlier this week. To say that the coach's planning was somewhat poor would be a vast understatement, but, at least we got to see the Cub pick up his final varsity athletic letter of his high school career.
I just wish the parents of my other boys could say the same.
As an aside, isn't it ironic that the cafeteria's welcome-back-to-school decor this season was done in a Hawaiian theme?