Duh, I'm courtesy!

The other day Queenie busted through the door waving a white piece of paper like a flag. She had a huge smile that encompassed her face as she panted out the reason for her exasperating excitement. She was student of the month!

This was a big, no strike that, huge deal in our household. It had been years, five to be exact, since one of the kids had held the title of student of the month! This was Queenie's first time and she was overwhelmed with pride. She had been on a mission since kindergarten for her shining moment, and her day had finally come.

Every month the children's school honors students that exhibit the outstanding characteristic chosen for the month. This month was courtesy.

I was so proud of Queenie. Together we told everyone who would listen! Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, people I went to grade school with that are my Facebook friends...everyone! What can I say, an event like this only happens once every five years.

Queenie took the honor of telling the neighborhood. Every time she would travel to a new neighbor's house she would pop her head in to tell me where she was going. I thanked her for doing such a good job at letting me know where she was, something she is excellent at doing! She just looked at me and said, "Duh, I'm courtesy!"

What could I say to that? I'm just so darn proud!