Before last weekend I thought that one upping was just something en vogue because of SNL's Penelope skit, but I realized it may be hereditary. Last Friday night I was kicking it at G & G Campbell's house (Gma Campbell is pictured below but don't tell her I took this picture or she would disown me- she hates pictures). As usual I was trying to secure my position as favorite grandchild and win grandma's affection. My current strategy was offering her an orange that I had brought her all the way from Utah. What do you think grandma did when I showed it to her but say something about it's small size and runs to get an orange twice the size of the one I was offering. That was a clear one-upper.
I am quite sure that my grandma has never seen SNL. As such I think that one one upping habits are not merely the miming of a popular TV show but a hereditary trait passed down from my grandma to my mom to me.
Doesn't grandma look happy. My favorite part is the bright orange shoelace she has used as a head band.
Oranges: mine is pictured on the left, grandma's on the right. In case you couldn't tell which was bigger.
P.S. The day this life changing story happened I was on a computer fast so I couldn't type the entry. Instead, like a true writer I wrote it on a napkin. My evidence in pictured above.