When Reagan got her first trophy for a 1+ at state piano contest last Friday she wouldn't put it down. We took it into Pei Wei with us for dinner because she had to show Daddy right away. I noticed her positioning it from time to time, but then I saw...
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her spit cleaning it.
Apparenlty it wasn't shiny enough:c)
I guess if I'd ever received a trophy at any point in my 36 years of life, I'd know the feeling.
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1 comment:
Awe, so cute. I received trophies from parades when I was little for best decorated bike, but I don't recall spit polishing them!
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