Tonight, MP’s sense of humor reached a new level of sophistication, which in all honesty, blows me away. This is totally going to sound like I made it up, but I swear it’s ALL true.
About an hour ago, I left her in the tub for a few minutes to quickly wash my face in the second bathroom. I had just dried off with the towel when I heard Naked Girl padding down the hall. (Nothing new – this happens about three times a week – she thinks it’s a RIOT …) She appeared, dripping wet and shivering.
“Mommy, I’m scaaared.”
“Why are you scared?”
“Because I heard a noiiise …”
“What did it sound like?”
“Uh, it sounded … like …”
She bent over.
Stuck her tush out.
And with a gleam in her eye …
LET IT RIP.
A high-pitched, squeaky (or should I say cheeky) little number.
The thing is, it sounded like a spooky, creaky door, which made it THAT much more hi-larious. I suppose the timing could have been purely coincidental, but of course, I prefer to believe I birthed a comedic prodigy. (Who wouldn’t?!?) Either way, the two of us howled with laughter.
That kid cracks me up.
I suppose I should have more clearly explained my definition of “sophisticated humor.”