Then back to the kindergarten I went, with two helpers, a grandfather, a mother, and two daughters in the tiny car that belonged to my mom, driving in more rain.

No rain, flood or not, was going to stop Isaac's entourage from attending his first graduation. His first Graduation of Them All. We sat in the second floor gallery of the church hall and the concert began.

Every class had an item. It could be a song, or a dance, or a little play. One class had to act out the story of Zacchaeus the Tax Collector, narrated in Chinese. You know, the guy who climbed a tree to see Jesus, and then ended up having a meal with him and giving everyone their money back and more. Probably the most expensive celebrity dinner anyone ever paid for.

The kids were fabulous in that Zacchaeus sketch. They wore the costumes and did their parts so well, acting to pre-recorded narration and voice-acting. The only disconcerting thing was when 'Zacchaeus' spoke, a booming adult male voice came out the little boy actor's lip-syncing mouth. I almost fell off my pew laughing.