Tonight our church was invaded by 4 yr. olds. One of our members is a teacher at a local Pre-K and we were fortunate to have them hold their graduation ceremonies in our sanctuary. It was a hoot! Myself and one brave Elder attended as sort of support staff. Well, actually, we ran the sound and hid out in the sound booth with the door locked – 4 yr. olds remember. We only came out when cake was served. All the children were as good as gold and looked so grown up in their diminutive caps and gowns. As each child’s name was called to come up and receive his or her diploma the child’s wish for adult employment was also read aloud. There were some of what might be considered the usual – one teacher, one doctor, one policeman, one police woman, one fire fighter and two mail carriers. But, the list included things that didn’t appear on the grown-up job radar at the time of my Pre-K Baccalaureate. There was one Power Ranger, one roofer, one house cleaner, and one Spider Man. The winner, however, with three wannabes was, yep, you guessed it, three race car drivers. That’s right, three race car drivers. So, the way I figure it, if the kids get their wishes, it looks like future education and healthcare services may falter but NASCAR will be fully staffed. Gentlemen, and ladies, start your engines. Go fast and turn left. Hopefully, the Spiderman-to-be will watch his waistline a bit better than most of us have since we were 4 yrs. old. Spandex can be so revealing.