Grace: rabble rouser and funniest person ever

Gavin and Sean decided long ago how they felt about their sister. As soon as their consciousness evolved and they realized who she was, they both crowned her "funniest and bestest person alive." Grace has always been a great sister to them. She's made them laugh and created wonderful games and shared her books. Now she makes for great entertainment because they know they can annoy her. She is and always has been the life of their party.

Grace, for her part, has enjoyed their attention, has created fun games for them, and has tried her best to teach them valuable life lessons (Gavin, catch the ball like this. Sean, you are not playing fair.). In the past couple of years, however, she has become even more important to them as they have decided that her jokes and funny sayings are the world's most creative. She can rile these two up just by walking in a room. If I am still teaching lessons when she breezes in from school, I need at least 30 minutes to get the boys back in focus. One line from her can leave them breathless on the floor from laughing. (Africa is a lima bean!) The worst thing is that they repeat EVERYTHING she says whether they understand the context or not. A line from Grace is pure gold -- comedic genius that must be repeated as often as possible.

One of the latest gifts from Grace is the fart/burp game. Using every ounce of tweenage creativity, Grace and her pals devised a game where when you burp, you stick your pinky finger on your forehead and say a color: "blue," "green," etc. When you pass gas, you stick your thumb on your forehead and say a shape: "square," "circle," and the like. Now the boys took to this game like pigs to mud, and, of course, normal colors and shapes do not apply in this game. So now EVERY MINUTE OF EVERY DAY, I am faced with unusual colors and made-up shapes being shouted from every corner of the house because even if you do not do the burping, you still get to comment.

buuurrrrppp: "Cerulean!" "Mahogany!" "Ding!" (more on ding in a second)

fffaaarrrttt: "Rhombus!" "Hexagonal prism!" "Trectangle!" (more on that in a second)

Having children who a) like to one-up the other and b) are never happy with traditional choices means that I get to hear really bizarre things every day. For instance, Grace and her friends have voted and "ding" is now officially a color and Trectangle is a new shape -- I haven't asked for a drawing yet, but I do plan on it. I had to laugh this morning as Grace and two of her friends sat around the breakfast table, burping and dinging all morning long, with an occasional pause for a rhombus or two.

Grace, I thank you for your off-beat and strange humor. It makes our house loud and fun, and it makes your brothers love you to bursting.