A typical night at the home office of CJSD International, Ltd. My daughter is in the bathtub and we are discussing the subject of whether her mother and new Italian literary sensation The Lovely Becky is funny.
ME: Libby, is Mommy funny?
ME: Is Daddy funny?
LIBBY (pauses): No.
ME: What? Daddy's not funny?
From the other room comes a triumphant cackling as if one of the Graeae had just snatched Perseus' nutsack from him.
TLB: That's my girl!
ME (making a sad clown face): I don't think she understands what "funny" means.
TLB: You'd be less hurt if she'd called you fat.
ME: Damn right. (Moving into another room out of Libby's earshot). Fuck if I'm going to read her stories in all these different voices, trying to make her laugh. I might as well be a sack of shit reading Green Eggs and Ham.
TLB: Except a sack of shit reading Green Eggs and Ham would be funny.