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Six Sentence Story: Right

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

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    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.

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  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.

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  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.

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  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 :)

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