When I was in college, everyone used to think I was so funny. They used to like my Mexican man voice, which hurt my throat. They used to like all my jokes. Now I never really tell jokes. I am way too tired. I still think funny things in my head, but I rarely say them out loud; it just takes too much energy. (I also am more careful because I don't want to offend other people, so I can't make fun of them....unless they're family....) But at least I don't have to say the funny things. My kids take care of that.
Avery and I went to a mother-daughter party. We did little make-overs and pedicures. I had told someone there that Bill didn't want Avery wearing mascara until she's twenty-one because her eyelashes are so long. I put some on her at the party. When she came home, she showed Bill her make-up. Then she came to me, very excited, and said, "You were wrong, Mom! Daddy didn't even get mad that I have make-up on!"
Preston has been having trouble being nice, but the other day, sometime after lunch, he exclaimed, in a surprised voice, "It's already after lunch, and I haven't been mean all day!"
I called my sister today to see if they were coming over. She said she probably would. A few seconds later, the doorbell rang. It was my nephew, who burst through the door and proclaimed, "We tricked you, Aunt Melissa! We was being sneaky because we was already here when you called, and you didn't know it!"
We ordered a Phineas and Ferb joke book for the boys. Their favorite one is, "Why was six scared of seven?" "Because seven ate nine." It was funny the first ten times they told it....