She thinks she’s hilarious.
She tells the worst knock-knock jokes.
“Knock-knock. Who’s there? Glasses. Glasses who? Glasses eat a peanut butter sandwich with necklaces.”
She totally looks like she’s doing stand up here. Really, she’s not. She’s doing her end of the year poem at graduation. Just a glimpse, I’m sure.
She thinks she’s funny.
She does a little dance and shakes her “bum” and sings the silliest songs.
Something socially awkward about that.
She is funny.
I ask #1 to please get me a fork.
Before she asks, I tell her it doesn’t matter which size (we have salad and dinner forks, and she obsesses over which ones are for which people; I just want a fork).
She walks over to me, and sets a fork down next to my plate.
I look at it.
She brought me the tiniest silver baby fork we still have in our drawer.
I had a great laugh.
Now, that’s funny.
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