Um, at what point did my daughter become a rock star?

When Veronica walks into her classroom at school most days, a gaggle of other little kids tend to drop their toys and run over to greet her. They make over anything she shows them, even if it's just a rock (and that's no exagerration, btw.) Some of them try to hug and even kiss her good-bye in the evenings, to which she pushes them away disdainfully and exclaims "I don't want a hug!" One girl held a door open for her the other day and kept saying "Hi, Veronica!" and she wouldn't respond. It's just bizarre, it's like she can be this little mini-celebrity in her classroom sometimes and she just seems to take it for granted, and better yet, doesn't even seem to care.

Maybe it's her talent in keeping herself amused. She and her grandma came up with a game the other night. To play you need the following:

One wooden "train table", cleared of all toys.
One little party-favor sized pot of Play-Doh
Suckers (Tootsie Pops and Dum-Dums work especially well.)
One Littlest Pet shop cat

The game itself: Using the suckers as bats, knock the Play-Doh pot back n' forth and see if you can get it to fly off the table. Don't hit the cat wherever he is on the table. They did this for about an hour the other night. Too cute.

I have no idea, as I have never been this popular in my life. Although I do have one milestone that needs to be recorded: The other night, Veronica said "I getting big. I getting tall like you, Mommy!"

I'm 5'3". I've always been short. This has to be the first time in my 31 years that ANYONE has ever referred to me as "tall."

Maybe that's where the popularity lies, as the ability to flatter someone so utterly is a talent that can take you far. At least with the preschool and parental sets, it seems.