The thin red line grew. It was uncontrollable! It just kept growing until, beep! It stopped. "And the winner of this year's annual scarf knitting contest is…. Sheryl!"
"I won! I won! I won!" Sheryl wobbled over to the announcer to claim her blue ribbon.
"Good job Nana, I'm so proud of you!"
"Oh, thank you Harold. Come on, let's go home and eat a nice home cooked meal," Sheryl replied with joy.
"No, no, no. You have been practicing so hard for this competition that I will cook dinner for you, how does that sound," Harold said proudly.
"Oh, um… That's ok honey. You and I both know that you're not the best when comes to cooking."
"Yeah, I know. I was just trying to be polite. Let's go," replied Harold with a little smile and laugh.
"Okay." That night Harold and Sheryl had the best dinner ever. There was a mini turkey, mashed potatoes with gravy, vegetables, and biscuits. The blue ribbon is now hanging over Sheryl's bed, and it will stay there eternally. That night she dreamt of her new blue ribbon. Harold lay awake at night reading a book about extreme sports. But that is a different story for another time.