My oldest kid, the one with the virtuoso voice who can make even her laryngeally-challenged Dad sound good, had her high school graduation yesterday.
She won a gold medal.
Even better, she let fly with a wicked quote from that crazy, deaf musical genius who muttered something about comedies being done and the applause just beginning.
Right at the very end of the piece.
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Anyway.
There were a whole lotta young, fresh faces in the Grad-Class crowd all raring to go.
And go they will.
But few will go as far, with so little, as did young Harry pictured above.
And while many of them did have fresher faces than the then still callow Mr. Snepts, very few of them could match this particular visage.
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Thanks to our good friend Mr. Beer ‘N Hockey for pointing out the fleetingest of numerically connecting foxes between young Harry and the forever younger young Bobby.
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