So today was not a funny day. I spent my entire day in meetings, dealing with people’s distress and failings, while on the home front the kids were worn out and cranky after a way-too-fun Sunday. (We spent a whole day at the Mortensens’–worked on a robot, poured gasoline on a Christmas tree and lit ‘er up–the whole package.)
At the end of the day, neither Jacinta nor I could remember a single funny thing from the day. Not a single giggle. So I called in David and Isaiah, explained about the blog, and told them, “OK: do something funny!”
David about died of self-consciousness. He grinned awkwardly, fumbled his fingers, and chewed on his alarm clock. Isaiah punched him in the ribs. They both squirmed and giggled.
And you know what? IT WAS FUNNY!
