"So, how was everyone's day today?" I ask as we drive home from school yesterday. "FINE!" they both sing out in unison [a sure sign they're not quite telling the whole truth].
"Did anyone get in trouble today?" I prod.
"NO!" he says. "YES!" she counters.
"But you know that's nasty, right?" I ask. "It's not even really funny," I say.
"What happended, Santiago?"
"I had to sit at the yellow table by myself," he explains.
"For..." I coax.
"For not listening," he continues.
"To..." I add.
"To the teachers when they asked me to stop," he concludes.
"Stop what?" I ask dreading, always dreading, the answer.
"Stop making everyone laugh when I tell them I can burp my ABCs," he says giggling.
"Where in the world did you get that from?!?!" I demand.
"From Hami in Over the Hedge," they reply, both barely able to contain their laughter at the apparently fond and furiously funny recollection.
"But you know that's nasty, right?" I ask. "It's not even really funny," I say."No," he says. "I mean, yes," he stumbles, "but, Mom," he goes on, "everyone really laughed when I said diaper."
[and they erupt into uncontrollable hysterics]
Obviously, they got their sense of humor from their other Mommy!!!
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