In the midst of this rather stressful stretch of days, I'm taking joy and comfort in the growing sense humor of my youngest child. On his way out the door to the bus this morning, he solemnly informed me that they were going to watch "The Movie" again in Health class today.
[For those of you who are so far removed from middle school as to have forgotten about "The Movie", stay tuned; I'm sure those memory synapses will be firing in just moments....]
He reminded me of the conversation we had when they watched "The Movie" last week, which centered around the lunch menu. They had hot dogs. He--and his middle school compatriots--thought that riotously funny--in view of having just seen 'The Movie".
This morning, looking me right in the eye, he solemnly said, "We're watching 'The Movie' again today."
"Oh?" I said.
"And you know what we're having for lunch?"
"Hot dogs again?" I queried.
"No," he said, pausing for a moment. "Shrimp poppers." And THEN the giggles broke forth.
Seeing the humor, setting the scenario, building the suspense, timing...it was all there. He might be my child after all...