The Stupid Question

My hand flew to my mouth as my laughing fit turned into snorts. “The Wiggles?” I gasped. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”

“Why not? They seem to have lots of energy. And isn’t like I meant all of them at once…”

It was the wide-eyed innocent look that would have fooled a 3 year-old and noone else that sent me into another fit of gasping giggles. People from the nearby tables glanced over at us, and Amy sat there, totally collected, and shrugged her shoulders at my obvious social ineptitude, without even the hint of a smile on her face.

After a few moments, I took a deep breath and wiped the tears from my eyes. As I glared at her, the corner of her mouth lifted just a touch and her eyes softened, letting me know she was willingly playing along, even if she was unwilling to participate. At that moment, I knew she would never give me a serious answer; not because she didn’t want to, but because it was too soon.

“All right, all right,” I conceded. “It was a stupid question.”

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