what was the best part

Around here, we often ask each other what the best part (and sometimes worst) of our day was. Tonight at dinner, Stephanie initiated the asking.

G: Coming home.

H: (nothing)

S: Should I come back to you? (Sounds like a teacher, don't you think?)

H: Yes.

Me: Coming home.

S: Playing dodge ball.

H: Playing with my balls.

At that moment I must have channeled Beavis and Butthead because I could not stop laughing. Could not. The kids didn't understand what was so gosh dang funny. Thank goodness for that! Just when I felt like I was in control of myself, Stephanie asked her to repeat herself ~ probably trying to see what was so hysterical. I lost it again. I nearly got heartburn from laughing so hard.