Congraduations!

You may have seen the store displays, or been stampeded by the roving hordes of miniature human beings once again released from the confines of educational institutions, but it's that graduation time of the year. In Growing up Dawson Annette's family has successfully gotten their third child through High School (Welcome to adulthood Justin! we're proud of you!), our close family friend Robyn and honorary DS also graduated a son from high school (Congratulations Grant!), and Trish is now the proud parent of a college graduate. Amanda worked hard, stuck to it, and left University of the Pacific with a degree in Sports Management. She also received immediate employment with the Stockton Kings, filling stadiums with frenzied fans by enticing them to buy season tickets. All in all, a very productive summer. So I couldn't think of a better time to share an endearing story of youthful exuberance, bathroom boredom, and boogers. As a young teen, tablets and video phones were still relatively new and too expensive to own, so Amanda was forced to find other distractions in the ladies room, and I suppose you can only read toothpaste tubes and shampoo bottles so many times before you memorize the ingredients. So it was one day when Trish was replacing the paper products in the hall bath when she discovered a row of small green and yellow dots aligned neatly behind the roller. There were enough nose goblins lined up on the wall to show that this was not a singular occurrence and when confronted, Amanda was gracious enough to own to the practice and to laugh at the situation it created. We have not since seen similar presentations but I can't guarantee that these activities have ended completely, or if she is just slick enough to relocate them before we think to look for dug up treasures.