Or, in this case, stare at the ceiling and sing the theme to Sesame Street…
So, here’s the scene: I have no idea how we circled around to it, but Mr. Chili and I were at our end of the table at dinner this evening engaged in some pretty serious (and funny) references to our last… erm … intimate encounter (the in-laws and Bruder were on the other end talking and there were quite a few large-party restaurant noises, so we were pretty safe). There was nothing overtly explicit – it was that sort of playful banter involving code words and facial expressions that, unless you were paying attention, could have meant anything.
Punkin figured out, in short order, what WE meant, though, and there was only so much of that she could take. Her response? She stuck her fingers in her ears, rolled her eyes heavenward, and started singing “can you tell me how to get… how to get to Sesame Street!!”
I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time. My kid is great.