Laughter in the house!

"When is Ted coming?"

"Is Ted here?"

"Have you heard from Ted?"

Those questions have been constant for almost a week. So finally last night I said, "What's this obsession with Ted? He's not here. He's not coming. He's at work. I don't know when he's coming. Don't ask me about him anymore."

I said it in a nice way; she chuckled and said she would try to stop asking.

An hour later she says, "Is Adam downstairs by himself?" "Yeah," I say, thinking, if we're upstairs, of course he's downstairs by himself. Who would be with him? "Oh, I get it," I say. "You can't ask if Ted's here, so you'll just ask if Adam's by himself. Like, who else could possibly be with him?" She thinks that's funny, so I decide to play it for all it's worth.

"You sly fox," I tease. "Who could be downstairs with Adam? Oh yeah, that guy I'm not supposed to ask about! Well, there's more than one way to skin a cat..."

She laughs hard, and possibly revels in the fact that she's been called a sly fox. I laugh too. It feels really good to be laughing together.

Another hour goes by, and I'm sitting at my desk thinking about how I might tell this story in a blog entry. She looks at me and asks what I'm smiling about. I tell her I'm just remembering her sly way of asking if Ted is here. Her face contorts in a manner that says, give me more clues, I don't know what you're talking about. So I tell her the whole story and she enjoys it all over it again. As do I. Two good laughs before bedtime. Best medicine there is.