As a general rule, I’m not the funniest person in my house. The awesome one-liners that have everyone doubled over in laughter around here often belong to my oldest son and husband, but that in-the-moment quick wit is a talent I just don’t have. For me, I need time and lots of a delete button to come up with killer zingers for my characters. So, I’m pretty excited this week’s funny moment came from me.
I had just sat down on the couch after a long day of writing, to rest my head before I stood back up to start dinner. I was mindlessly flipping through foreign film options on Netflix when my youngest son came hopping into the room. In his sock covered feet, He jumped from beside a potted plant to the hearthstone, then to the rug in the middle of the room. He gave a few more hops on the rug, only to have his sock covered feet slide out from underneath him. Falling to his butt, one of his feet struck the underside edge of the couch I sat on.
“What were you doing?” I slid off the couch to where he sat holding his foot, examining the damage.
“I was trying to be a spy,” he said between gulps of breath, trying not to cry.
The comment was so unexpected, yet the perfect one-liner came to me as I peeled back his sock. “Well, Agent Pants,” I said, proud I managed to even throw in the nickname that embarrassed him the most, “I would say you failed.”
His near-tears turned into laughter, and we both had a good chuckle there on the floor. Oh yeah, I nailed it.