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A little boy was in a relative's wedding. As he was coming down the aisle he would take two steps, stop and turn to the crowd (alternating between bride's side and groom's side). While facing the crowd, he would put his hands up like claws and roar. So it went, step, step, “ROAR,” step, step, “ROAR,” all the way down the aisle. As you can imagine, the crowd was near tears from laughing so hard by the time he reached the pulpit.
The little boy, however, was getting more and more distressed from all the laughing, and was also near tears by the time he reached the pulpit.
When asked what he was doing, the child sniffed and said, "I was being the Ring Bear."
Thank you, Kim, for hosting Friday Funnies!

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  1. Kim @ Homesteader's HeartMarch 6, 2009 at 8:23 AM

    Oh precious!! Kids are so literal! LOL. Thanks for sharing my friend.
    Blessings and Happy Friday to you!!
    Kim

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  2. SusanMarch 6, 2009 at 8:47 AM

    Oh this is just precious!! Thanks for sharing today♥

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  3. Laurie AnnMarch 6, 2009 at 10:23 AM

    How cute! LOL!

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  4. AnonymousMarch 6, 2009 at 3:54 PM

    How cute! I can just picture it now.

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  5. Kathleen March 6, 2009 at 4:17 PM

    I used to love Art Linkletter's show, Kids Say the Darndest Things (now I'm dating myself). Some of the funniest things I've ever heard came from the mouth of wee ones. Your story is priceless!

    Kathleen

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  6. AnonymousMarch 6, 2009 at 6:39 PM

    Oh, how cute. Poor little guy was sure trying. God bless.

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  7. JulieMarch 6, 2009 at 9:43 PM

    I love that! Thanks for stopping by my blog. Have a great weekend.

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