Proud (of) Niece

It made me happy to hear just now that my almost-four year-old niece, whose hair is currently in the style known as a "Mohawk" (a term that I'm sure has a colonial derivation, though I'm afraid I don't know the history), was dancing with abandon at the front of the crowd at the K-W Pride celebration and was invited up on to the stage to dance with some drag queens, which she did with great delight. When the crowd was asked to select who was the best dancer, she was chosen.

Apparently, later at her grandmother's house she put on a wig and some sunglasses and a giant straw hat that happened to be lying around and when asked what she was suposed to be, she gave the name of one of the drag queens with whom she had earlier been dancing.