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Six Sentence Story: Fault

Sometimes when I read the Six Sentence Story prompt for the week, I struggle to think of a story.  Other times, something comes immediately to mind.  This week was one of the latter.  




 "Say 'sorry' to your sister; you scratched her," said the aunt to her 3-year-old niece.  

 The girl looked confused.  "I didn't scratch her," she responded, as she held up her hands and motioned as a cat might flex its claws. She started to walk away, then turned back.  With a long pause for dramatic effect that belied her years, she gave an explanation for her sister's tears.  

 "I accidentally stepped on her foot."

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I'm thankful for my grandchildren.  

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  1. Paul BradsNovember 3, 2016 at 7:12 AM

    Can't wait for grands! Good story.

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  2. Tired TeacherNovember 3, 2016 at 9:22 AM

    Too funny!

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  3. Josie Two ShoesNovember 3, 2016 at 10:43 AM

    To cute, a typical sibling response, always so clever! I can remember telling my young son to stop jumping on the bed, with total sincerity he looked at me and said straight-faced, "I am not jumping, I am jogging." I tried hard not to laugh.

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    1. KristiNovember 3, 2016 at 7:11 PM

      "Five little monkeys, jogging on the bed. . . ." :-)

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  4. Clark FarleyNovember 3, 2016 at 3:37 PM

    it's always interesting to, on the basis of what a child might say, how the world must be for them. A little magic and certainly not as many abstract rules.

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  5. messymimiNovember 3, 2016 at 4:38 PM

    Mercy, what children can do and say! Well written.

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  6. UnknownNovember 3, 2016 at 9:16 PM

    I mean really! Two totally different scenarios!

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  7. Pat BNovember 5, 2016 at 10:24 PM

    At first I thought this was a story I didn't remember. LOL Whew! Glad it wasn't my memory. I can just see you trying not to laugh too hard at her comment.

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  8. AnonymousNovember 6, 2016 at 8:28 AM

    Very cute story, Kristi. And the precocious three year old will go far in life, I think.

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  9. UnknownNovember 6, 2016 at 10:27 AM

    What a cute story. Kids do say the darnedest things!

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  10. Old EggNovember 6, 2016 at 3:21 PM

    Those words and phrases our kids say that secretly delight us do stay in our memories. What a great tale this is.

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