Being a copy cat. I read a book. It was a children’s book that I read to my boys when they were small. It was about a girl. There was someone else in the class that always copied her. I can’t remember the outcome, I just remember the fact that she was upset by it. My mother or maybe someone else told me that it was the highest compliment to have someone copy you. I wrote something a few days ago about how we take on other people’s characteristics along the way. We copy. The way they talk or hold their head. A saying. A way of dressing.