Funny

Maddie and I were finishing up her reading lesson on the couch when Angie entered, having just finished up her Rosetta Stone lesson.

"Are we ready for lunch?" I asked.  They shouted their assent, and then Maddie died in my arms, something she does with some frequency. 

"Shall we have tuna fish tacos?" I asked, flopping dead Maddie around in my arms.  "I mean tuna on a soft taco, like a tuna wrap..." I explained.

"No," Angie said, "tacos don't tasted good as sandwiches."  I thought a moment, snuggling dead Maddie and trying to bring her back to life. 

"How about salad with tuna fish on top.  It tastes pretty good," I asked. 
"Yes!" Angie averred; Maddie didn't respond.  She was still dead.

"I also have a dead Maddie," I commented as I wiggled her limp form in my arms.

 "Why would I want to eat my dead sister?" Angie asked.  At which point, dead Maddie couldn't contain her laughter, and neither could I.