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Little Fair Play

Little Chic was selected as Citizen of the Month and got recognized in Assembly today for having the character trait of Fairness. Last night we got the notice that she would be getting a certificate and she seemed really excited when I made plans to attend.

I went to watch the assembly and she seemed glad I was there as long as I didn't try to communicate with her. In any way. Including waving, smiling at her...or even looking at her. She was perturbed that I had my camera in hand and feigned mortification when I snapped a few shots. I'd post one but there were other people's wee ones in the frames so I'll refrain.

Apparently she likes the recognition but not the attention. Or maybe she's like her mama...she just pretends not to like it ;)

Comments

Congrats to her!!

And I bet she loves the recognition, but you know kids - once they reach a certain age, parents are just plain embarrassing! LOL
Unknown said…
Great job Little Chic!

When Kristy was HS age, we used to joke with her that we didn't want to cramp her style. At the same time we could tell she liked our presence.

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