Mommy, do you want to see my joints?

I think I have two of the funniest children on the planet. I know everyone thinks that about their kids, but I’m pretty sure it’s true in our case. The difference between the two is that N is more often then not unintentionally funny, ("Mommy, I wanted a Happy Meal, not a Sad meal") Whereas L has figured out funny early on and runs around intentionally making us laugh ("ptzzz-blech-pooo!! Is that a Funny noise, Mommy?!")

N and I had a delightful conversation about Monsters and Villains at lunch yesterday. It was so delightful that I actually stopped him so I could go and get my journal. The next thing I know he is seriously dictating to me the ‘facts’ he’s learned about certain Monsters and Villains. I’ll pass some of this information onto you, after all it could come in handy some day (especially if you are headed to Scotland) For instance did you know that real witches live in Scotland and have hoods and not pointed hats? The other kind of witches have pointy hats and will capture you to put in their pots of people stew. (beware travelers as they also live in Scotland.)

What does N have to say about Werewolves, you ask? Well, they also live in Scotland. Should you encounter them you’ll be able to identify them by the following: they have hair everywhere and wear pants and shirts. They also have underwear on under their pants, but you won’t be able to see that because, well it’s under their pants. The big thing to know about werewolves is that they have pointy fangs on the top teeth whereas, (and this is the big distinction apparently) King Kongs and their babies have fangs on both the tops and the bottom. I’m sure that N has plenty more knowledge to share with me but he was distracted from telling me more by the little fact that he was suddenly turning into a baby werewolf before my eyes. So, needless to say he was unable to educate me on any more villains at this time

We have so many funny conversations that my addled pre-menopausal brain cannot keep up with them. I’m pretty sure anyone walking by our house at dinner time would think Patrick and I have some serious drinking ‘problems’ due to the number of inadvertent spit takes we do.
I am grateful that my children enjoy their lives and our company right now. I hope that dinners can always be so raucous. Although some times too much laughter can lead to situations like this one:

Scene: dinner table at the Wohlmuts on a quiet sunny evening. N tells us yet another obscure animal fact about dinosaurs that can’t possibly be true which sends everyone into peals of laughter. L, wanting to get into the action, attempts to tell her own funny story but with a mouthful of food only ends up coughing and choking instead.

CA/PW: are you okay ?
L: Mmm-hmmm
CA/PW: can you speak?
L: Mmm-hmmmm
CA (slightly exasperated) Can you say your name?
L (w/perfect timing and without missing a beat) : PRINCESS.

Much laughter ensues.
And Scene.