Saturday, October 14, 2006

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.