Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Run/ Walk/ Bike/ Elliptical (Today: 0.00 miles; Running Total: 29.57 miles)
Day 117 of *Another* 100 Days of Good Karma.
Connor was lying on his stomach on the living room floor fervently coloring something with an orange crayon. I sat on the couch reading a book. Hannah crouched beside the arm of the couch near my elbow begging to play video games on Justin’s computer.
“Please?” She’d already asked twice.
I looked up from my book. “No, you need to finish your homework.”
“No buts. Go get a book and fill out your reading log.”
I turned back to my book pretending to read but really watching her from the corner of my eye. She was silent and sullen for a moment, trying to find a way around my ‘no’.
“Better go, Hannah,” I said. “The faster you do your homework the faster you can do whatever you want.”
I lifted my gaze from the book and saw a playful twinkle in her eyes.
Hannah opened her mouth. A weird noise issued from her throat.
It was a strange protest, somewhere between a frog’s croak noise and a cat’s meow. It was not gas. It was fully intentional and entirely unfeminine.
I blinked at her, shocked.
She blinked back, her entire face an expression of did really I just do that?
Then we both dissolved into giggles.
I asked, “What was that?”
“I don’t know.” Her face was red, either from embarrassment or laughter.
“Do it again.”
Grinning, cheeks still pink, she did.
It was equally weird the second time.
I knew I should say something adult-like, something like excuse you or ladies don’t do that, or just revert back to go do your homework.
Instead I threw my head back and laughed. I couldn’t help it.
Hannah tried to make the noise again but she didn’t get far into it before she started laughing, too.
So of course it turned into a game.
“I bet you can’t do it without laughing,” I said.
She made the noise, but lost it to giggles.
“Again,” I couldn’t stop smiling.
She tried again but didn’t make it a second in before losing it.
Connor caught the hysteria, giggling so hard he had to put his orange crayon down. He came over and tried to make the noise. His noises degenerated quickly into burps and farting noises.
Bodily noises morphed into the ‘Don’t Smile’ game.
If you’ve never played this game it involves looking each other directly in the eye and saying “don’t smile.”
Which is, of course, almost impossible.
Connor lost every game.
I was right behind him.
Hannah won by the barest margin. She managed not to smile once but her face was so contorted and lips puckered so hard I should have declared it a smile.
Twenty minutes later, all of us laughed out, Connor went back to coloring and Hannah went back to begging.
“Can I play games now?”
I turned back to my book.
She grumbled, but she went.
Today’s silver lining: Half an hour of hilarity and she still had to do homework. Ha! I win.
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