Momma and Daddy entered me in a contest at the mall for "The Cutest Kid." I won 1st runner-up (yah, yah...that's 2nd place...I guess I am cursed with Momma's curse). I got a (very high) score of 38. The kid that won got a 39, so I was very close.
It was pretty funny, Daddy was the one that took me up on stage and I didn't want him to carry me. No siree. I only wanted to walk. Once I got up there I didn't want to look at the judge's table...not one bit. I looked pretty much everywhere BUT at the judges. Daddy gave me my drums sticks though and I got to wave them around a bunch, so that was cool.
Now I can move on to the state finals...but Momma and Daddy said maybe we won't go because they think it is a scam. Whatever that means. I just like my trophy. I was very proud carrying it around showing it to all the mall-goers. It has a pretty star!!! Momma and Daddy were worried I would fall on that pretty star actually. They worry a lot. Lighten up.
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Grama and Pop vote you the cutest and smartest kid in the WHOLE UNIVERSE!!!!! Was that contest rigged by the kid that won 1st place?!? We think so!! We do love your beautiful trophy though.
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