A Bad Case of Ballerina

  
 “Ballerina,” I told the teacher who asked why I had been out sick.

   “What?” Mrs Worzalla asked.

   I was in Kindergarten at Lake Bluff Elementary. My mother had told me to tell my teacher the disease I had when I got to school.

   “Ballerina?” My teacher repeated, confused.

   “Yes, Ball-er-eeeeeeena,” I spoke loudly and slowly. I had baller-eeeeena.”

   She was amused and nice and said I should sit down, still not knowing what I was talking about.

   I was red and flustered and not wanting to tell her the details. I slunk down in an embarrassed pout and made it through the day.

   When I got home, I asked my mom why she had told me to say “ballerina” and that my teacher hadn’t understood. My mom was at first confused, but then gently smiled and told me it was not ballerina. Somehow on my walk to school that morning, trying to remember the complicated disease I had, I had turned diahhrea into ballerina. Diahhrea, diahreena, biahreena, ballerina! Well, I almost remembered.
   I’m glad God understands me. Even when I say the wrong words or forget to pray or make it too simple, He always knows what I’m saying. He listens to my heart, and Holy Spirit interprets for me. He is soooooo good! And I hope I never have ballerina again!

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