Everyone was in the bathroom. The whole family. Having a family meeting while Russell was trying to have his own time. This happens to him more times than he’ll ever admit. But I will. Right here. Right now.
I asked Russell. “If you look at the entire population, I mean, the whole POPULATION of whatever, the country, the world, what percentage would you think was funny?”
Russell was sitting (the only one sitting in the bathroom, I might add), and said, “funny as in HA HA?”
“Yes, how many of us are HA-HA funny?”
“10%,” he said. “Do you think the three of you could leave the bathroom?”
“No, babe,” I said, “10% of the entire world population is funny. 100% of our family is funny.”
“Oh,” she said. “Mommy is this funny.” And she stretched her hands out to her sides, as wide as they could go. Like this:
See what I did here? Zaff’s hands are represented by the stick thingies and the space between her hands is represented by the dashes. I’m clever.
“and Daddy is this funny.” She did it again.
“And even Mgazi is really really funny. This much,” she said and streteched her hands from her body.
“And I’m this funny.”
I laughed. “Of course you are funnier than that Zaffy. You make me laugh every day.”
She said, “You laughed at my joke. That makes me this funny.”
Awww… my sweet funny little–
Russell, still sitting, interrupted my silent praise of my child. “Yeah, you’re all hilarious.”