Friday, 19 October 2007

Pick One

Our family was attending a wedding, and I sat next to my
mom, who had my youngest sister on her lap. The groom was
standing at the front as the bridesmaids walked up the aisle
one by one.

Growing restless, my sister looked up at my mom and said,
"So why doesn't he just hurry up and pick one?"

-Carter Durrant

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