The inquisitive one was having a busy day!
Before work, the inquisitive one went on a run. (The inquisitive one did a speed workout.)
At lunchtime, the inquisitive one took a friend’s dog for a walk. (The friend was out of town and had recruited several people to help care for the dog.)
After work, the inquisitive one took the nephew to soccer practice. (The inquisitive one was helping as an assistant coach.)
“How are you?” said the head coach, when the inquisitive one and the nephew had arrived.
Since the nephew was busy shouting “Watch this!” to another boy, the inquisitive one answered:
“Good! Busy day.”
“What did you do?”
“In the morning, I went on a fartlek run—”
The inquisitive one paused, feeling embarrassed at having said that word while surrounded by 6-year-old boys. But no one seemed to have noticed. So the inquisitive one continued:
“During lunch break, I took my friend’s Shih Tzu on a walk—”
The inquisitive one paused again, feeling even more embarrassed.* But again, no once seemed to have noticed.
It was time for practice to begin, so the head coach said “Cool!” to the inquisitive one and then called out to the young boys:
“Okay, everyone, come over here and sit on your ball!”
All the boys gathered ’round, most sat on their balls, and a few looked attentively at the head coach as he demonstrated how to do a soccer move. Suddenly, one of the boys shouted:
“My name is Poopy Pants!”
All the boys burst out laughing. The head coach continued talking about soccer. He had just quieted them down . . . when the inquisitive one, having reached the last straw in the personal tickle meter, suddenly laughed!
It was a short and loud laugh; and the inquisitive one immediately got very quiet.
Everyone within earshot—young boys, head coach, parents on the sideline, bored siblings—turned and stared at the inquisitive one.
And then, a moment later, and all at once, everyone burst out laughing.
You see, the inquisitive one’s laugh had sounded like a cross between a small dog’s bark, a fart, and a little kid pooping his pants.
And, I mean, that’s funny.
*The inquisitive one could've avoided embarrassment by pronouncing the name of the dog breed correctly.