My daughter was quite happy to wear her new sweater to school last week. It was not stained, stretched out, puppy-chewed, nor was it too Walmarty. So she was in a good mood when she got to school.
About two minutes after the bell rang, a boy called out from the other side of the room, "Hey! I just found Waldo!" There was laughter and a couple of more Waldo comments were exchanged, but my girl sat oblivious to it all. She had never heard of Waldo. Then the teacher got involved and postulated that, no, it couldn't be Waldo because his shirt was red and white and *gasp* my daughter's shirt was red and gray.
WAIT A MINUTE! The teacher just said her name. Could all this talk be about her?!
Horror of horrors. It was.
My daughter said that she stopped counting the Waldo comments at lunchtime when the 60th person said something.
It was such a nice sweater, too. I suppose the thrift store will appreciate the donation.