Gone to Her Head

We had a town fair kind of thing this past weekend. I was there helping to sell popcorn for the Scouts. In the meantime, the lass was her soccer game. But afterwards, the Wife brought her down to the fair-kind-of-thing.

The Scouts have a game called Ga-Ga which is deceptively fun. It’s a simple court established by boards of wood stood on edge to form a hexagon. The play is basically dodge-ball like, with a few simple rules about when a player can touch the ball, what constitutes a valid hit (nothing above the knees), etc.

By the afternoon, the weather had cleared enough that there were quite a few kids playing and the lass joined them. She had a blast and got her picture taken by a photographer for one of the local town papers. The photographer asked me if it was OK to use her picture and I gave her the lass’ name and age.

Then I forgot about it.

Until last night at the boy’s martial arts class when one of the black belts walked up to me with a town paper and asked “Have you seen this?” There was the lass’ picture, prominently displayed at the top of the page. Below her was a picture of another little girl on one of the blow-up bouncy slide ride type things. She let me bring the paper home.

When I got home, I made a big show of it. Walking up to the lass and saying “Who’s this a picture of?”

Her first response?

“How come this other girl’s picture is in my paper?”