My uncle Jim won a bronze medal in the 1984 Olympics, something that I've been thinking a lot about lately while watching all the amazing athletes in Beijing. It's just an incredible accomplishment, to be sure.
Unless you're Cici.
Tonight at dinner they were arguing about who won gold, silver and bronze. Cici was handing out the awards (I don't even know what "event" we had competed in) and it went something like this:
"Cici gets the gold!!"
"Mommy gets the silver!"
"Ruby gets the bronze!"
Ruby looks very satisfied until Cici follows it up with, "Ruby, bronze is the WORST!"
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