Amy and I had each other cracking up earlier this week. She came down the stairs with a full hamper of laundry while, apron already on, was doling out breakfast and packing lunches. I said something to the effect of Lee's diner already humming along, with the usual two crotchety customers. She zinged back with something about Amy's fluff 'n' fold also being at it already.
We spent the rest of the morning following through on our respective faux businesses, escalating the absurdity of our accents and words (and likely offending half of the population if anyone had secretly recorded us) while our children looked on with bemusement. They say humor is what gets you through, and we had a good dose of it that morning.