(Not sure this reads as funny as it was in real life, but this is my open-book diary, so to speak, so at least I can remember how funny it was. It was damn funny.)
Place: My computer
Mary sends me a text: "Heads up. PJ came home UNDONE off the bus. Q Laoshi quit as teaching assistant to take a job downtown."
Me: "Thanks for the heads up."
[3 minutes later there is sobbing and wailing coming from outside the front door. Here comes Hope, tears streaming down her face.]
Me: "Hope, I heard the news. I'm so sorry about Q Laoshi."
Hope: SOB, SOB, SOB, SOB, SOB, SOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBB!!!!
Me: (Relating general child-comforting statements + "Would you like a chocolate chip cupcake?")
Me: "So, who was crying on the (40 minute long ride) bus?"
Hope: "PJ was crying. MA was crying. I was crying. Mark was crying...."
Me: Mark? The kid that goes to the Spanish school? Why was he crying?
Hope: I don't know! He was just saaaaad about Q Laoshi. L. was trying to cheer us up and Chuck (the bus driver) said, "Just let them cry."
[Later via email]:
Me to Mary: "Why the hell was the Spanish immersion kid crying?"
Mary: "Adam says, 'That boy no es macho.'"