Gigi: I am NOT going up on stage to get my trophy.
Cassie: Do you want Daddy or me to go with you?
Cassie: It’s blue. Your favorite color.
Gigi: (tearful) Don’t care. Not going up.
Cassie: How about if Daddy goes up to collect the trophy for you?
Gigi: In front of everyone?! And they know he’s not “Genevieve.” He’s a boy. His name is Scott. Pfft.
(Scott stifles a laugh)
Cassie: Yes, well. He wouldn’t actually have to go up on the stage; he could just get it from the wings. No one would see.
Gigi: (more tearful) No. This is stupid.
Cassie: Please don’t use that word.
Gigi: Charlie uses it all the time.
Cassie: Shall we just leave then?
Scott: Yes. Let’s go. This (scanning the room with alarmed eyes) is quite the madhouse.
Cassie: Total bedlam. Can’t even hear the names of the students being called up onto the stage.
Gigi: (extremely tearful and hiccupping) I think I already heard my name called out…but I’m not going up… so I just ignored it.
Cassie: I’ve been listening closely, G, and I didn’t hear your name.
Scott: Yeah. They didn’t say your name yet, Gigi.
Cassie: (muttering) It doesn’t seem to be alphabetical by last name when they call people up. I don’t understand how this event is organized. How did she even earn this trophy? What were the qualifications? Just that she’s a participant in the Kumon program?
Scott: (sighing heavily) I don’t know. I wasn’t given specifics, just that there was an awards ceremony tonight. They didn’t have awards back when Max, Chloe and Charlie did Kumon.
Gigi: (less tearful now) Why did I have to wear a dress? Why was it supposed to be dressy? I saw ten girls with shorts on. Not dresses.
Cassie: I just followed the suggestion of what to wear on the invitation they emailed me for the ceremony. And there are only two girls with shorts.
Scott: Alright. Can we go now?
Gigi: No! I need that blue trophy.
Gigi: (whining) If you earn the award from all the hard work doing the Kumon, why don’t they just bring the trophy TO YOU… where you are sitting? Why do I have go through the work of going up on stage?
Cassie: That’s work?
Gigi: Yes. In front of everyone. By myself. In a dress. With fancy shoes.
(Scott rolls his eyes at me)
Cassie: What? She wanted to dress up! Gigi picked out this dress to wear tonight for the ceremony herself, didn’t you Gigi?.
Gigi: Yes, but no one told me that this is how the awards ceremony goes.
Cassie: Gigi, you’ve attended plenty of awards ceremonies for your brothers and sister. This is how it goes. Though, I must say, this one is a bit unorganized. Everyone’s talking. It’s so loud in here I can’t even hear myself think.
(Scott rolls his eyes again)
Cassie: Well, I think we should just head out then. Daddy will grab your trophy while you and I go get the car. Not a problem.
(Scott nods in agreement, gathers his laptop since he’s come straight from work and heads for the stage to retrieve the award. Holding hands, Gigi and I make for the exit.)
Gigi: (chin jutting out in defiance, voice loud and firm but no one to hear it because the chaos surrounding us in the auditorium continues at full throttle) I’m NEVER doing an awards ceremony again! From now on, if I get some other award I want it to be mailed to me! (pause) Mom, did you hear me?!
(Mailed to you? Yes, I heard that.)