I have now been to the ceremony.
I watched my daughter walk down the row, and over the bridge.
This is Girl Scouts.
The bridging ceremony.
She has graduated from Brownie to Junior Girl Scout.
She gave up her sash.
Walked across a bridge.
Gave a statement of her honesty.
Accepted a rose.
A new sash.
A certificate.
It was a nice moment.
Even Monkey sat still.
But I knew it would end.
Then, twelve girls would be running, screaming, and jumping.
The pizza was eaten.
The cake was devoured.
Soda was guzzled.
Now get your butt to bed.
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