In the car yesterday afternoon, I asked Katrina what she did in school that day. “I…POOPED on the CARPET!” she crowed, and then started laughing hysterically. She cracked herself up so much she had to repeat it about five times, whooping each time.
I thought only boys found scatological remarks hilarious, but apparently I was mistaken.
The audience of Herself, and Annika, who was laughing because big sis was laughing, wanted more. “And then I WEE-ED on the floor! Ahahahaha!”
“Ha, ha, well, um, interesting, so what did you do for real?”
“I, I, I, ran around in my PANTIES!” [ed. note: HI, Wendy!]
By this time, I thought I might as well join in the hilarity. “What a COINCIDENCE! That’s what I did today, too! Danced around with my underwear on my head!”
That set off fresh gales of laughter, and increasingly ridiculous scenarios from Katrina.
I am a comic genius.
That is, if you’re 7 and in a silly mood because it’s been raining for a week.
We used to have sun, and then it went away. Forecast for the rest of this week: rain, clouds, rain, rain.