The Crown

Marly runs cross country and I might add that she is an extremly great runner. She was once ranked nationally before a heel injury but that is another story. So every morning Marly goes to cross country practice and as she gets out of the car today this is what transpired.

Marly: Mom see that girl over there?

Me: Yes, what about her?

Marly: Well she thinks she is queen bee of the track and it's time for me to go steal her crown.

Me: How are you going to do that?

Marly: Easy Mom, just run but before I do can you put this on my back.

Marly then hands me a sticker with the #2.

Marly: Even though I can run a heck of a lot faster than her I am going to stay just in fron of her so the whhhhoooooole time she can look at the #2. Then maybe she will get the message on who wears the crown.

Me: Don't you think that is a bit mean?

Marly: If she was a nice person then I wouldn't do it. But I think today is the day to shut her up. Have a good day Mom, love you.

Slams the door and walks away with the #2 right in the middle of her back.

It's now 8:49 cross country is over and I didn't get any phone calls so I guess I am safe....