(10am on a Saturday morning)
Me: (my day having started 4 hours before) MaGoo?
Molly: (in her room with the blankets pulled over her head)
Me: Ms. Molly MaGoo, do you plan on spending the whole day in bed?
Me: (sitting on the floor next to her bed saying nothing)
Molly: Mama, go away. I sweeping.
Me: You’re sweeping?
Molly: Yes, I sweeping.
Me: You’re sweeping the floor? Must be sweeping in your dreams because you’re not sweeping this floor and your papa, mano (brother) and I would love help with the housework.
Molly: (dramatically tosses the covers off, full sass and disappointment)
Me: (still in love with my pun) Are you sweeping or are you sleeping?
Molly: (scrunches her face up like something smells bad) Mama, no. (tosses covers back over her head)
Pai: (from the hallway) You’re definitely Grandpa Snitche’s daughter. That was a Bern joke. That was painful.
Hank: (from the hallway) I agree, mom. Too early, even for me!
Molly: Mama, I love you, go away. (sticking her hand out the blankets, waving) Bye-bye.
Pai: Now, that was funny. That is comedy.
Me: (joining them in the hallway) The student has surpassed the master!
Hank: But is she really your student? I mean, Amália is a different kind of funny. Different than you, I mean, you’re funny, but she’s like way funny, you know?
Me: EVERYONES A CRITIC!
Molly: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I sweeping in here!
(all three of us riot with laughter)
Molly: Awe, come on guys!