Pageantry was all my idea. 
No pressure at all. It's just that if I don't win, Mommy will beat me.
I want to win for me, not just for Mommy. Right, Mommy? How was that, Mommy?
Eeeewwwww. Now don't kid yourself, stage parents: don't think you can slide your kid in on the Optional Category of Best Personality if he's got eyes wider apart than a Cuba Lake carp. Sunburst Beauty Pageant has standards, people.
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Then Mommy is amazed and appalled when the e-mails and drive-bys by the pedaphiles begin.
Living practically around the corner from where Jon Benet Ramsey was killed, I have little patience with these "moms".
What are those things on their heads?
Are they a homage to bee hives or some such?
i love it when parents pimp their kids out to beauty pageants. it's quite satanic.
I think those are called Pope Tiaras.
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