look out world

It is rude to say I told you so... so I won't. But those judges were blown out of the water (or, rather, sea) by the girl's performance and props and scenery. And although I loved watching their skit, I loved watching them interact with the judges even more. The girls faces as they explained how they made such & such, and the judges obvious joy at not only the performance, but by the level of excitement the kids showed about how and what they did to get there. Char was explaining away something-or-other and her four extra shrimp arms were flapping right along with her two human arms. It made me giggle. And my daughter... who came out of the box shouting last time? She was even more confident this time. They didn't even bother trying to put her back in her box... she was as busy as a one-armed paper hanger behind the scenes creating sound effects, and then there she was, trying to scare the Wimpy Shrimpy, the GiantSquid/Pirate and the amazing tie-dyed Jelly.
In our hearts and mind, they should have won it all, but Silver will get you to the World Finals, too... and when you find out you are going to Worlds, the color of the medal barely matters. Truly.

It was getting late when we walked out of the arena... team, coaches and parents were all drained from the day, but on a high with that we're-finally-going-to-worlds kind of glow. Second place finish? Check. Silver Medal? Check. Trophy? Trophy?
Oh, Mr. Eric has it.
Just call him... my trophy husband.