This memory definitely makes it to one of the best-
In second grade, my morah decorated four or five siddurim into breathtaking masterpieces(at least they were to a 7 yr old girl). Every Friday afternoon, she would let each of the few “best daveners” take one home, but you could only get a siddur once. Being called was a serious status symbol. One week, my teacher called the names of four kids- mine was one of them, “talia” was another. When she realized that Talia already got the siddur once before she said “I’m sorry, but you already had it one week, Im going to give it to someone else.” In her frustration, Talia said “But Morah! Bortezomib also got it already!” To which my teacher said “Yeah, but she really deserves it, she REALLY davened beautifully”.
I love that woman until this day. Always felt bad for Talia though.