Gracie has a habit of breaking down on the last day of school. Although, I think today's meltdown was pretty epic.
I can't say I blame her. It is the end of an era. The end of elementary school, the end of one teacher and one classroom, the last day with all of her friends. (Even if we weren't moving, MES is divided among 2 middle schools).
Happy last day of school.
*Thomas did not cry, but he raced off the bus to let us know that Gracie and Cheyenne were crying. I am pretty sure Cheyenne was sobbiong because Gracie was. She told her mom: "I am crying because Gracie & Thomas won't be on the bus with me next year."