Absurdity Again

Sonny Ma-Jiminy asks a lot of questions. A LOT of questions. We all know our children will do this, because everyone else's children have done this before them, but when it's our turn to answer that number of unanswerable questions, it's still a shock.

Sometimes I think, "This is absurd. I'll have to remember this series of questions and blog it later." But of course, I can never remember the series of questions later, because they are just too absurd.

Tonight, it got too much for me. I decided to answer the trillionth question with a Special Answer I've been saving up.

Sonny asked me the camel-back-breaker (something like, "Could we get a ladder and climb up into the rubbish truck and get the rubbish out?") and I hit him with my Special Answer.

"Sonny, allow me to explain through interpretive dance."

I did some hand-rolling, and pushing to the left and the right, I did a body roll and begged something of the ceiling, and kicked a foot out to the side.

He thought it was fantastic. He laughed, and said he was going to do a "funny dance" too. He rolled his little hands for a bit and swooshed his arms up high one at a time.

I laughed until I inhaled my hot Milo, and coughed until I thought I'd die.

Then I realised that I'd busted my neck in my interpretive dance, and now I'm in a lot of pain.

Way to plumb the Depths of Absurdity.