The Comedienne
The other day I was watching a neighbor's children while she ran a few errands. My daughter, who always thinks it's her job to entertain when we have people over, was dragging the girls from room to room to help them decide what toy they wanted to play with. I was in the kitchen slicing onions for spaghetti sauce and bawling my eyes out (because of the onions). I was keeping an ear out for weeping or yelling, but otherwise wasn't too concerned with what the kids were up to. Then suddenly, I hear hysterical laughing coming from the front room. And it didn't stop after just the one time so my curiosity got the better of me and I set out to investigate.
I stayed in the corner of the room so I wouldn't interrupt. There I saw Buster and the neighbor kids lined up on the floor watching Little H's routine. Aside from some Three Stooge-esque trips and fake falls, the line that really brought down the house was when she would grab Buster by the shoulders and comically shake her own head from side-to-side repeating "What kind of kid are you? I'm going crazy," in a monster voice. It was pretty funny and sweet that she was working so hard to make everyone happy.
Proud of my daughter and satisfied the kids were all still alive, I went back to cutting onions. It wasn't until that moment that the question hit me. Where exactly was she getting her material?
Oh, I love her! She keeps you on your toes and makes life fun!
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I doubt those are words she's ever heard! hahaha. And glad you had a good trip to Texas
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