let freedom ring




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. 


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