Chuckle for the Day.

[The Backlash Cometh]

On the soccer fields today there was a man in his late twenties teaching a little boy that rhyme we all learned as kids. Remember the one where you interlace your fingers, then turn your hands downward and recite, "This is the church." Then you raise your thumbs up with the tips touching each other and say, "This is the steeple." Then you spread your thumbs apart and say, "Open the doors" and you're suppose to finish with, "here are the people," but he didn't. He said, "WHERE ARE THE PEOPLE?" I casually looked over at his hands and noticed that he had clasped his hands wrong, and indeed, there were no "people." (fingers.)

I thought the game was over, but he had interlaced his hands together again and continued, "Down the road, there is a bar..." Then spreading his thumbs apart he said, "open the doors, There they are!" And his fingers danced like drunk little worms.

I laughed so hard that I caught his attention and with a twinkle in his eye he said, "This ain't even my kid."

[KyndCulture]

1. Oh that was GOOD!!!

[helderheid]

2. that's cute!

[WePurrsevere]

3. Thanks for the chuckle! I hadn't thought of that rhyme in years, n/t