Last Sunday, I had my neices and nephews over to go for a swim. My 5 year old nephew walked in the door and came face to face with the peg rack where I hang the finisher's medals from the races I've completed this year. He immediately zoomed in on the Disney Marathon medal, as it is shaped like Mickey Mouse.
"What is THAT?" he asked in amazement.
"Oh, that is a finisher's medal from the Mickey Mouse Marathon" I told him.
"Did you win?" he asked.
"No, I didn't win," I laughed. "Everyone who finishes the race gets one."
"But it's a GOLD MEDAL!" he said. "Only the winner gets a gold medal. I saw it on the Olympics!"
"Oh, yeah. It is a gold color. But it's not a gold medal. I didn't win."
"Yes you did!" He was becoming very excited. "You run really fast! You won and got a gold medal!"
"Oh, um, ok. I really didn't...."
He called out to his sister: "Kiki! Auntie won a gold medal in the Olympics for the Mickey Mouse Marthon!"
The two of them started jumping around the house cheering and whooping.
I looked at my sister in law, bewildered at how this had snowballed so quickly.
"Forget it" she said. "They've decided you won a gold medal in the Olympics and there's no way to convince them otherwise. Just let them think that."
I'm rather touched that they think I'm so wonderful!