Shweta is our host for Saturday Six Word Challenge #119.
Graphic by Kevin @ No Theme Thursday
This week’s prompt word is “brave”.
Here is my 6 word flash.
Wow! Nobody’s as brave as Superman!
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6 Words
This is “Waiting for Superman” by Daughtry
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Great combo there, Nancy. Awesome work! 💪
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Thanks to you, yes! Thanks, Kevin!
Check in tomorrow! 😀
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Will do 👍👍
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Nice storyline for that Daughtry video, and the six word story & pic were a great beckon in!
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Chris Daughtry’s got some voice!
Thanks, Liz. I always appreciate your comments! 😊
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Easy to comment, with such great & varied posts! 🐧
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🩶
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Perfect!
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Mille grazie, cara mia! ♡
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Awww this is sweet ☺️ great job on capturing both prompts! ✨
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Thanks, Laura! As the mother of sons, I’ve seen this image countless times in my own house. Boys and their superheroes. It’s awesome! 🤩
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A he bravely faced up to “Kryptonite” too …
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Thank you for a great song, dear Ivor, which I somehow let slip by me!
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Not a Kinks most notable hit, but it’s fantastic song 🎶😍
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I was superman. Not actually, but more like super kid. My late aunt Norma was a seamstress extraordinaire, and she sewed me a Superman costume, exactly like the real Superman wore on lovely black and white television. I was a scrawny little kid with no muscle tone, so she padded the appropriate places with cotton and gave me super-kid muscles. I was the king of the neighborhood. My super-antics went on for a few months, resulting in many butt-whooping’s from my not so impressed mother. The final straw was my older cousin talked me into giving a flying demonstration to the neighborhood gang. Standing atop our two-story house, I ran down the roofline and took off into the hot Texas air. Lucky for me my father had not mowed the grass, and it cushioned my crash landing. The suit disappeared. I was super while it lasted.
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You’re very lucky you’re here to share that story!
As the mother of sons, I’ve witnessed falls from trees, lips busted open, an occasional black eye, being beaned by a baseball, crashing into the wall of an ice rink, a football helmet to the gut, the skin on the top of a foot sliced off by a shattered glass coffee table, etc. etc. Fortunately my boys never tried to fly. You mother must have been fit to be tied!
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My two boys, exactly the same. They were on a first name basis with the ER at Plano General
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Back when people didn’t give you the evil eye and call in Social Services.
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My mother had the evil eye down, she was a pro, and her eyeball would freeze us in our track.
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Very cool
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Thanks you, Sadje. This reminds me of my own sons.
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I thought as much 💖
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