By then, I was too overwhelmed with emotion and had to choke back a tear. Sure it was an amusing and cute thing to watch. But two things struck me.

Firstly, this was a major milestone for my son. He was crossing over to a new phase of his life, to Primary school next, the world of homework and exams.

Secondly, it was particularly poignant for his mother and me, because this was the first time one of our kids have graduated from kindergarten.

I know what you are thinking. What about Faith, our eight-year-old? Ah, our Faith had her own special graduation at her Special School. Being autistic, she never went to a regular kindergarten and never will. Her graduation was special too, don't get me wrong. But my wife and I only saw a regular kindergarten graduation with our second-born. It took us eight years to see this, so it was very moving for us.

It also reminded me of my own kindergarten graduation. I had donned a robe and a mortarboard too, and had my photo taken when I was six. I am sure it is in the cupboard somewhere. That was to be the last time anyone ever saw me in such academic garb.