These days, Daney has no sense of humor, especially when it comes to mistakes she's made. Granted, ten is a serious age for a girl who is planning to major in biology at Cornell. But in this family of mostly males, "serious" isn't always the mood.
Instead of deep conversation and philosophy, there are various body noises, lots of running, and the daily Nerf war.
You'd think Daney would be laughing her head off.
She's not.
She
can't.
She's not that kind of girl.
But we're working on it. Making fools of ourselves.
Like, I bombed the singing part of "Don't Stop Believin'" during the family Rock Band tournament.
And Dominic laughs at his trademark one-word responses.
Rees tells funny stories of himself when he was a baby.
And when Dave screws up, he says "Sorry" like
Saturday Night Live's Gilly.
All this doesn't seem to be making a difference in Daney's loosening up: making mistakes and giggling over it. Kind of the reverse of most parental objectives, I suppose.
