Wondergirl performed at halftime at the Pretentious High School homecoming game. She is a member of the school's first Flag Corp (we pronounce the "p" here at home, just because we're wierd that way).

Her brother refers to her as a Flag Dork. She takes it in stride. She's happy that flag dorks don't have to freeze their patooties off in short skirts the way cheerleaders and dance team do, nor do they have to wear the 100-year-old band uniforms. They get to wear black dance pants and these cute black and red wrap-style tops with just a little silver sparkly bling stuff on them. Very stylish. And provided by the school! Yay!

Back when I first began this blog, in one of my early entries, I wrote this,

"We are Drama club people, Chess Club people, Mathletes, National Honor Society people, Band geeks, Swing Choir dorks, takers of extra credit assignments, and Rube Goldberg contestants.

My daughter, however, is some of those things, but other things, too. She was on the volleyball team in 6th grade. She never scored one point the whole season--but she stuck it out. She had fun. She tries out for track every year, then remembers that she hates to run and drops out before the first mile is required-- but up until then, every year she has convinced herself that maybe this year she'll like it! So she tries new things. She was told at the first "Pom Clinic" that most newcomers drop out before the second day--but not Wonder Girl. She's fearless that way and absolutely unafraid of challenging generations of genetic disposition towards the geeky. She is my hero."

She still is.

After we watched her perform tonight, I told her, "You corped better than anybody ever corped in the history of corping."

She laughed, but I think she got it. She takes my breath away.