Skip to main content

Six Sentence Story: Right

an old-fashioned typewriter
Linking up with Denise of Girlie on the Edge again this week for another Six Sentence Story. This week's prompt: right.
********************************************

Ever have one of those days when no matter how hard you try, nothing seems to go right? If only she had been trying to be a straight man in a comedy duo instead of a children's chorister!  

As the children sang, "Wave on, wave on, forever, The banner of the free," one little girl on the front row jumped right up, holding three fingers in the air, and proudly (and loudly) announced, "I'm free; I'm free!" The teachers giggled along with the children as the chorister, trying to maintain composure, patiently explained, "The word 'free' in this song isn't about an age; it means we have the power to choose." The little girl popped up out of her chair again, so excited to share: "I have shoes!" 

The chorister--who also was wearing shoes, by the way--felt like walking right out the door and just giving the stage to the free-year-old comedienne. 

Comments

  1. Art Linkletter was right when he said, "Kids say the darndest things." Super cute six. and I know a little girl like that, well, she's 35 now, but she was always the star of the show.

    Also, could there be a hearing problem with this one? Just wondering...

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I didn't know the girl well enough to know if she had a hearing problem, but I must admit that thought had crossed my mind, too. Of course, kids are so literal, and "free" and "choose" are rather abstract concepts, so I'm hoping her mix up was a child's interpretation and not a hearing problem.

      Delete
  2. This is one reason i love working with the littles, you just never know what or where they will be going next in their mental gymnastics.

    ReplyDelete
  3. I know someone much older who sometimes got confused with the words in songs. 🤪
    This funny memory fit perfectly in this week's SSS.

    ReplyDelete
  4. Paul's right - this story does sound like something from the Art Linkletter show! That is one little kid without a hint of shyness. Cute story :)

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Conversations are so much nicer when more than one person does the talking. :-) Please leave a comment and let me know your thoughts; I'd love to hear from you!

Popular posts from this blog

Ten Things of Thankful: Autumn Edition

It's autumn time, one of my favorite times of year.  I just couldn't leave this weekend as a one-post weekend.  

Ten Things of Thankful: Last Two Weeks

  Grand Prismatic Spring in Yellowstone National Park, as viewed from an overlook I apologize for not commenting on your blog posts this past week; John and I took a vacation to Yellowstone National Park, leaving behind our computers and, to a large extent, cell phone service. We escaped the outside world and just spent time in nature. Though we have friends near Yellowstone (who we love to visit) we made this trip just about us, so please forgive us if we were nearby and didn't stop by. The crowds were minimal (though we did mask up whenever we passed someone on the trails) and we spent our days hiking, taking photos, and watching geysers erupt. Today, we are back home and back to work, and, in the case of my computer, back to old shenanigans like not letting me import my photos. (I was able to add the above photo by using blogger on my phone, but that isn't my preferred method.) I want to write about Yellowstone and have photos I want to share, but will leave that for another

Monday Mentions: Equate Crutches

Have you ever needed crutches? I hadn't, until a week ago.  I'm pretty sure I strained a muscle while running a half-marathon.  (That sounds kind of cool, doesn't it? I'm not actually that cool; the last time I strained a muscle it was from carrying too many shopping bags at once.) In any case, I found myself in need of some crutches. I sent my husband to the store to get some. Photo: A pair of crutches leans against a wall  Not that crutches are all that complex, but because I hadn't used any before, I wondered if I could figure out how to adjust them to fit me properly. I shouldn't have worried. John came home from Walmart with their generic store brand of crutches, complete with instructions. First, I needed to take out a long bolt that went through the hand grip. Then I needed to find my height range, push down two metal pieces, and slide the crutches until the little metal pieces came up in the hole near my height range. (Having two people for this