Katie 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.
She looked at me like I had three heads. She looks at me like that a lot.
“Answer the phone, Katie.”
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.
“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?”
Honestly, I’d write fiction, but I could never make up anything better than this. Damn I love my kids.