Someone gave me a 'friendship book' for Christmas 2020. I was just flicking through it and re-read the entry for Monday, 31 August. I wholeheartedly agree with this sentiment, even if it expressed rather tweely (zuckersüß, kitschig, allzu niedlich):
Dad had taken his children - all under twelve - to a café to recharge their batteries. They still wore their numbers from a nearby cross-country run.
As they passed, I asked, "Was it a good run?"
The two older ones nodded politely and said it had been.
The third child, being younger, cared less about politeness.
"I got up early this morning," she told me, "and I still came in last."
Dad explained there had been a big turn-out.
"Ah," I sympathised. Then I added, "But you still beat the hundreds of thousands of people who stayed in their beds."
"I never thought of that!" she said brightly, recharged more by the thought, it seemed, than the breakfast she had just finished.
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