It's fun what you learn, when you just listen

Buggy and I were having our one on one time last night.  She sat down on the couch next to me, quietly talking so that Bubba wouldn't discover our secret.

I asked her how her day was at school. 

"Today was the first day that I actually LIKED gym."  She said with a smile.

"Oh honey, that's great, I hope you have many more days you appreciate gym as much as you do art class."

"Yeah, we were playing soccer."  She continued.

"You liked playing soccer?" 

"I did today.  It was a great day."  Now she's giggling, almost uncontrollably.

"What?"  I asked, giggling with her.

"It was just a really good day, Mom."

Still giggling, "Ok." 

I was puzzled, but I am trying to let her control the conversations.

"Well, this isn't why it was such a good day, but it is funny...but it's really not funny...but..." the fits of giggles get a little louder.

"Ok, so we were in gym class, playing soccer..."  She looks over to see if I am following.

"Oookkkk." 

"...and, Mom, this is so not funny, but I can't stop laughing.  Three people got nailed with the soccer ball."  Now her giggles are a full out laugh.

She went into detail about each hit, even reenacting one in what she called looked like slooow motion.

I had to admit, her reenactment was quite funny.

I wipe the tears from my face and looked over to her, "So, what you're saying is today was a good day because three people got hit with the soccer ball?"

She looks at me, the smile wiped from her face, her eyes settling into a seriousness, "Well..." she pauses,  "A girl puked too." 

Her laughter roared again.

I stopped her in the middle of her reenactment of the puking girl.

"Child of mine.  There is something not right about you."

And I love it.