Though Adam is usually the one who makes us all laugh, tonight it was Claire who provided the entertainment. She wasn’t even trying to be funny, but she said several things that put us all in stitches. It was a very fun night at the dinner table. When I asked her tonight if there was anything in particular she’d like me to pray about for her, she requested that I ask the Lord if tomorrow night dinner could be that much fun. Oh my GOSH, I love this girl. So here were the funny things she said at dinner, in chronological order, and coincidentally, each one a little funnier than the last:
1) Adam was giving us an anatomy lesson and making us all show where our hearts were. And she announced randomly, “My heart’s right here. I know because this one time I could FEEL my heart beating on the playground.”
2) I complimented Adam on eating his dinner quickly and efficiently, and he put his proud face on. And Claire defended her honor, “It doesn’t matter who’s the fastest in a family. It matters who loves each other.” I mean, who’s gonna argue with that?
3) Keith was reiterating an earlier lesson to Claire, that she can’t call girls “dude” because it’s masculine (which I totally disagreed with. I’m pretty sure my friend Starr and I refer to each other as dude fairly frequently. Yes, we’re 31 years old. Okay, so anyway…). And guess what? Then he gave her a pop quiz. So what do you call girls instead, hoping to elicit the response dudette, which is retarded in my opinion, but again, anyway… Claire answered, “Doodie?” (In our family, that’s one of many colorful words we have for poo. Yours too?)
4) And finally, my favorite. Today was World Culture Day at Shirley Lanham Elementary School and they had some amazing Japanese Taiko Drummers kick off their morning. I asked her to tell me about it, and she said, “My fingernails were vibrating, Mom!” And after I finished laughing at that, I promptly excused myself from the dinner table to go take notes for this blog post.
There’s nothing quite like laughing your head off with your kids, is there?