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Red is Best
---Story by Kathy Stinson

My mom doesn't understand about red.

I like my red stocking the best.

My mom says. "Wear these. Your white stockings look good with that dress."

But I can jump higher in my red stockings.

I like my red stocking the best.

I like my red jacket the best.

My mom says,"You need to wear your blue jacket. It's too cold out for your red jacket."

But how can I be Red Riding Hood in my blue jacker?

I like my red jacket the best.

I like my red boots the best.

My mom says,"You can't wear your red boots in the snow. They're just for rainy weather."

But my red boots take bigger steps.

I like my red boots the best.

I like my red mitts the best.

My mom says,"Your brown mitts are warmer. Your red mitts have holes in them."

But my red mitts make better snowballs.

I like my red mitts the best.

I like my red pajamas the best.

My mom says,"Your yellow pajamas will keep you warm when you kick off your blankets."

But my red pajamas keep the monsters away when I'm sleeping.

I like my red pajamas the best.

I like the red cup the best.

My mom says,"Oh Kelly, what difference does it make? I already poured your juice in the green cup."

But juice tastes better in the red cup.

I like the red cup best.

I like my red barrettes the best.

My mom says," You wear pink barrettes with a pink dress."

But my red barrettes make my hair laugh.

I like my red barrettes the best.

I like red paint the best.

My mom says,"But Kelly, there is hardly any red paint left. Maybe you could use orange instead."

But red paint puts singing in my head.

I like the red paint best.

I like red, because red is best.