Getting ready to start the 400 meter. Madison is in lane 8.Yesterday Madison ran the 200 and 400. She came in 8th (last) in the 200 and 7th (second to last) in the 400.
I told her if she didn't win I'd break her fingers. Even better than breaking one is chopping one off so that's what we decided to do.
Though, it looks more like she pulling a gang sign than crying over a missing finger. Next time we'll have to pull out the fake blood.
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That is the saddest not-missing-a-finger look I've ever seen. Tell her to cheer up. Everything is drooping so low she's going to trip over her own frown.
Actually, more than a gang sign, she looks like she's holding a registered weapon. Between the look and the hand, somebody is goin' down. I'm thinking it might be all the girls that came in one through seven.
I know she won't believe this either, but I'm proud of her.
I love Maddie. I am proud of her too. I think she's awesome, and not just because of the bad mamma gang sign mean chick that this picture obviously reveals her to be.
If I were girl one through 7, I'd beg Daddy to change our name and move to another town. In Tibet.
Tell her to stay mean and ornery. Next time I come over I'll even teach her some street Spanish so she can blend in better.
You're awesome, Maddie! I still think you're the best. Those other little brats probably all cheated. And remember, Hon, they're all dumb. You can hire them all one day, and then make them run all the time, since they think they're so damn good at it.
That little lady is too cool for school, love her innocent white girl gangster look. (or missing finger look).
Yeah, but the sad look on her face says it all!
One time I was sucking at basketball..well..more than one time..and this Snyder girl would yell at me EVERY GAME!! Just because I did things like travel or miss every basket. She was one mean Laurel, but I showed her by never getting any better at basketball, but practicing a ton. The moral of this story is that that Snyder girl was a mean...girl. A very mean girl. And I sucked at basketball even though I practiced all the time. I never got "good" at it, but I never gave up. Eventually I married a man who calls it a "goal" instead of..whatever the basketball term is. I can beat him at basketball, so all my hard work paid off!
So don't give up Madison! One day you may marry a man who can't run very fast and you'll KICK HIS BUTT!!! (I kept playing basketball even though I "sucked prehistoric rocks" at it. So don't give up hon, 8th place is not the worst place to be. You could be a grown man who doesn't know what kind of ball you use for "name any sport here".)
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