My special gifts

I've come to realize over the years that no one in this world can make me laugh harder than my own children can. On an almost daily basis, they do or say something that either makes me laugh out loud, or forces me to subdue a giggle because to do so might condone, or even encourage, less-than-desirable behavior.

Take this conversation, for instance, as an example for both:

Evie, having just watch a commercial about a fitness club or Nutri-system or something similar, says, "If you exercise, then you get skinny, right?"
I said, "Well, yes, kind of...not right away...you have to keep doing it."
She whips her head my direction, "YOU need to exercise then."
(Stiffled laughter because, while funny AND true, she needs to be taught that such statements are rude.)
William chimes in, as matter-of-fact as you can get, "But if you exercise and you don't get skinny, that means you're about to have a baby."
LAUGHED OUT LOUD.