Comedienne

My Daughter, the one with the sweetly innocent face and charming giggle. The one that rarely mis-behaves but is prone to leaving large messes in her ever-moving wake. The one that loves to cuddle and help with chores and make large pretend meals to share with anyone who is willing. That same Girl is developing quite the sense of humor.

I was preparing to make Bread and Butter Pickles last week and stepped out of the kitchen for a few brief moments. Do you see what I found when I came back?

Look closer.

Yes. That's my Girl. Her sense of humor is genetic.

Still don't see it? That's a little plastic cucumber that she snuck onto my stack. Then she stood watching from the other room and waited for my reaction. When I said, "Hey, who put a plastic pickle on my pile?", she came skipping into the room with a twinkle in her eye, giggling. "I wanted to twick you, Mama", she said.

She thinks she's so funny.

And you know what? She really is.