Darby and I were holding hands, walking through the parking lot of our local mall this weekend when she broke into song. She’s a break into song kinda girl.
My country, ’tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims’ pride,
From every mountainside
Let freedom ring!
As she got to “Let freedom ring” it struck me funny, so I did my best to imitate a ringing phone.
“Brrrrring.”
“Brrrrring.”
She looked at me like I had three heads. She looks at me like that a lot.
“Answer the phone, Darb.”
She was still looking at me like I might have finally lost it, but she went along with the gag. She pretended to put a phone to her ear.
“Hullo?”
“Hey, there. It’s me, Freedom.”
I watched the corner of her mouth curl into a nearly imperceptible smirk.
“The no underpants kind or like liberty?”
Oh
My
Lord
Honestly, I’d write fiction, but I could never make up anything better than this. Damn I love my kids.
Can I just tell you that I enjoy your writing so much that I smile as soon as I see you have a new post – before I even get to read it?
Comment by Imapixiemama — July 21, 2008 @ 10:37 am |
SING IT DARB
Comment by MO — July 21, 2008 @ 12:01 pm |
SO hilarious!! that Darby, I tell ya….
Comment by karla — July 21, 2008 @ 12:35 pm |
That’s funny!
Comment by paulette — July 21, 2008 @ 4:38 pm |
[...] as words of encouragement for new families – how cool is that? I seriously have to wonder how Let Freedom Ring translates into Vietnamese, but hey, still cool. Anyone linking in from CLAN, [...]
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