The amazing psychedelic nursery performance

Jamie's nursery is separated between the three year olds (Tweenies) and four year olds (preschoolers). For weeks and weeks he's been asking me first thing in the morning, 'Am I a preschooler yet?', after breakfast, 'Am I a preschooler yet?', on the way to nursery, 'Am I a preschooler yet?', the way home from nursery, 'Am I a preschooler yet?'... You get the picture. This obsession with 'becoming a preschooler' is because they've been preparing and rehearsing for their graduation ceremony for at least the last month. Whatever time he's not been asking, 'Am I a preschooler yet?', he's spent singing the songs from the graduation ceremony. Perfectly, with gusto. Dozens of them.

Yesterday was the big day. Finally I could tell him, 'Yes, Jamie, today you'll become a preschooler'. When I dropped him off all thirty of the kids were whisked away to a back room for final preparations, as the adults played musical chairs for the available chairs (I lost, as you see by the ubiquity of heads in my pics and my crappy hand-in-the-air blind video). And then they started marching in, Jamie bringing up the rear, not following the hands-on-shoulders brief, but introducing his own hands on hips brief.:

He looked around:His eyes searched mine:


He felt like this:

He felt like this:

He felt like this:
The pageant passed with all the children enacting the roles they've been practising, singing all the songs they've been rehearsing, while Jaim watched the proceedings like he'd had LSD for breakfast:



Pay particular attention to the 30 second mark, when he clearly has bigger things on his mind. Is this kid literally 'Too cool for school'?