During our daily debrief in the car, Niranjana said one of the boys ("J") had hurt her feelings by saying "you're funny." He said it in a rude way, she complained.
No sympathy from me. "Well, you are funny," I said. "You have a great sense of humor and we like you that way. He probably meant it as a compliment."
Two examples from yesterday.
In the morning, she was whining about having to feed the cats. This is one of the small jobs she is supposed to do to earn money for Disneyland. Granted, it's about 25 cents a day, but it's money.
"I don't want to feed the cats," she said. "You do it. You and Dad need to earn money for Disneyland, too."
I explained that I'm doing plenty of work around the house to earn my Disneyland vacation, thank you, but her concern for my financial welfare was touching.
Then at dinner, we were on mosquito alert. We've been explaining that mosquitos drink your blood and that since we're a sweet family, the pesky critters really like to bite us.
Niranjana said, "I know! We'll tell the mosquitos that the ketchup on my hot dog bun is really blood, then they'll drink the ketchup instead." Then she held up her "bloody" hot dog bun, turned on her stand-up comedian face and voice, and called "Here mosquitos! Here's some blood."
I could go on and on with the funny things she says and does, sometimes on accident and sometimes in preparation for a career on stage. We just need to work on her comebacks to the boys.
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