"I can't find my other Dora slipper!" Hannah whined.
"Go see if your brother can help you. I can't at the moment." I replied in my half-awake stupor.
Hannah bounded up the steps in her bright and cheerful morning manner. About five minutes later all three of my children reappeared before me giggling hysterically. I looked at my youngest's feet to see these ridiculously large soccer cleats on her feet. Delighting in the noise, she danced around the kitchen in them clacking while waving her arms about wildly.
"We couldn't find her other slipper, or her sneakers, so I put my old soccer cleats on her," Josh managed to say between snickers.
"Hmmmm," said Jeremy. dryly, "I think I know what Hannah is going to be when she grows up."
"A soccer player?" Josh asked.
"Nope," answered my man of little words, "A clown."
"Or a Canadian!" exclaimed Ruth.
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Oh those crazy Canadians! ROTFL!!!
I sent this story to my Canadian friends. I'll let you know what they think of it.
It was pointed out to me, that perhaps she meant comedian. I could see those words being mistaken in a child's mind.
Ceramics, Gymnastics. Canadian, Comedian. Whatevah.
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