Cool Dancing
While busy in the kitchen this afternoon, I was irritated by the doorbell ringing.
"Ugh. Salesperson..." I thought.
I got to the door and could barely see the person through the glass, they were so short. It was a nervous little boy.
I opened the door and he flicked his long, dark bangs out of his eyes and stuttered out:
"Sppponsser me?"
"For what?"
"A Ddddance...athon"
I have to smile.
"What kind of Dance-a-thon?"
"Dddancing fffferalongtime...ttt'cool music"
Would you have been able to say "no"?
I didn't think so.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
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