Once upon a time, there were two young girls. They were friends with one another. They laughed together, they imagined together, they danced together. They enjoyed their time together very much. They became better people for having known one another.
One day, the friends discovered a boy. He was smart and funny and kind. One of the girls decided that she liked this boy. Coincidentally, so did the other girl. But when friends like the same boy, it can often lead to trouble.
The girls were aware of this, so they decided to settle their dilemma with a contest. They would both try to learn information about the boy. Each unique fact would be worth a point. At the end, the girl with the most points would be the winner.
So the girls set off separately, each trying to gather as many particulars relevant to the boy as possible. Eye color = 1 point. First job = 1 point. Most cherished book = 1 point. Preferred style of music = 1 point. Strongest subject in school = 1 point. Most frequently quoted movie = 1 point. On and on the girls went, gathering their data.
After a fair amount of time has passed, the girls totaled their points. They were tied, dead even. How ever would they determine the victor?
They decided that the girl who could be the first to learn the boy’s favorite color would be the winner. Conveniently, the girls were both performing in a dance recital, which the boy planned to attend.
The girls were very excited about dancing on stage… the costumes, the makeup, the lights, and the applause all brought them so much joy. Most of all, the girls loved to dance. Dancing is freedom and precision and feelings, all rolled into one. For these two girls, there was little else better than dancing, except dancing with a true friend.
As the girls prepared to take the stage, they remembered this. At that moment, they decided that no boy was worth the destruction of their beautiful friendship. They hugged right before they took their positions.
After the show, the girls saw the boy and posed for a photograph with him. The girls stood on either side, but a boy would never come between them again.
…and then there was MY kid, photobombing their beautiful moment.
Wish me luck for tomorrow…