Overheard
Published March 22nd, 2009Sitting on the porch, listening to three young girls, approximately 7-9 years old, playing outside:
Little Girl 1: “Okay. I’m the president and you are the security. We’re at the White House and you have to walk around and make sure there are no bad guys here.”
Little Girl 2: “But I want to be the president!”
LG 1: “There can only be one president. Here, that’s your gun. You have to shoot the bad guys. After you walk around, if you don’t see anybody, you say, ‘Clear!’”
LG3: “Do I get a gun?”
LG1: “Just use your finger. I only have one.”
LG2: (voice fading) “Checking quadrant 1…CLEAR!”
LG3: “What’s a quadrant?”
LG1: “I have to go into the oval office and I need you to check it, Agent.”
LG2: “CLEAR!”
LG3: “CLEAR!”
LG2: “Wait, I see someone!” (click-click of a toy gun shooting)
LG1: “You do NOT shoot the president!”
LG2: “I thought it was a bad guy.”
LG1: (sighing loudly) “Can we get more security in here?”
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