#182. An award
An award. How quaint.
I have no use for awards so take whatever little plaque or medal you wish to bestow and go--hmm, perhaps I shall try and be tactful. I did promise Anna and Isobel that I would do so. Tiresome girls.
I have won quite a few throughout the years. Well, my various personas have but I, Mystique, won one once. Though, I do not believe there were any other contestants in the category. It was however one that I cherish.
World's Best Mom.
Anna gave it to me when she was seven. The words written in green and blue crayon on a white piece of paper, a gold star sticker placed in the middle. Teddy bears--or what I believe are teddy bears--decorating the outside. She even bestowed upon me one of her bears--which if you know my daughter at all is a high honor. A little blue one that could fit in the palm of my hand. So that I would always have her with me. Her words not mine. How things have changed...
Now there. I do believe I met my sugary sweetness factor the year.
I have no use for awards so take whatever little plaque or medal you wish to bestow and go--hmm, perhaps I shall try and be tactful. I did promise Anna and Isobel that I would do so. Tiresome girls.
I have won quite a few throughout the years. Well, my various personas have but I, Mystique, won one once. Though, I do not believe there were any other contestants in the category. It was however one that I cherish.
World's Best Mom.
Anna gave it to me when she was seven. The words written in green and blue crayon on a white piece of paper, a gold star sticker placed in the middle. Teddy bears--or what I believe are teddy bears--decorating the outside. She even bestowed upon me one of her bears--which if you know my daughter at all is a high honor. A little blue one that could fit in the palm of my hand. So that I would always have her with me. Her words not mine. How things have changed...
Now there. I do believe I met my sugary sweetness factor the year.