Preschool graduation

After almost 5 years of life with a child who spends half the day screaming and crying, and always manages at least one breakdown spectacle at every public appearance since the day she was born, I should be glad M. made it through her preschool graduation with her class, performing skits and poems, and saved the massive freak out for the food buffet line (none of which she would eat, of course) at the reception afterward because in the cookies were raisins and not chocolate chips...I should be glad that's the time she chose to hit the dirt kicking and screaming and choking and gagging...but it's still embarrassing, and exhausting.