"What do you think these are for?" Emma said to her big brother as they stood on the sideline of her soccer game. She was pointing to the red plastic locks on the poles of the canopy tent the coach had set up to keep the rain off his team.
Her brother shrugged, so I entered the conversation. "I think they're to make the tent go higher or lower," I said.
"They use them to take it down," Emma's brother agreed with me.
"Wouldn't it be funny if the tent were only this high?" I asked, pointing to the level of the locks.
Emma's eyes widened, and she crouched low, considering the idea.
"How would you even get out of there?" I said.
"You would have to army crawl," her brother suggested.
"Or do the worm," Emma added, flopping to her belly to demonstrate.
"Emma! You're going into the game in one minute!" The coach delivered what he assumed was good news.
"I get to stay here for one minute!" Emma cheered and wiggled away.
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