The Practical Joker

**Warning. This post contains potty humor, and relies completely on my daughter's charm for its charm.**

A week or so ago, my daughter got unbelievably excited before bed. Though she generally goes to bed an hour or so before me, she demanded that I get in my pajamas and get into bed before we read her a story. Upon pulling back the covers, I saw a crumpled piece of toilet paper where I would normally sleep. Quinn erupted into a peal of laughter and fell on the floor. Once she got herself together she said, "I used that toilet paper to wipe my back buns."

We just kind of fell into it, but we in the Murray family refer to the delicate regions as buns. There are front and back buns…pretty self explanatory, I think. Quinn seems to have come up with this one herself. Why mess with perfection? Back buns and front buns are about as perfect as "poop burp," another one of hers I love.

Oddly, as I stared at that piece of toilet paper-obviously clean for the curious among you-I felt a swell of pride within myself. Snarky ironic humor makes us laugh. A well told joke can entertain. But, the practical joker thinks to herself: There is not enough funny in this day. I'm going to make some!

My wife explained that the toilet paper was planted over twelve hours earlier, before Quinn left for school. I'm not going to muse on about the patience it took for her to execute that joke, or how that amount of focus proves she will someday rule the world. I'm simply going to revel in the knowledge that my daughter, like me, thinks that life can never be too funny, and funny takes a little effort, and that effort is time well spent.