“Come stand next to me!”
My first comedy act ran almost five years. I’d beckon my little sister over and try to maintain a straight face as she stepped in something unsavory (think slugs or dog poo), then stagger off, a suppressed giggle giving way to my signature cackle. The look on her face! I’d laugh till I cried and she’d just cry. I still revel in my brilliant tomfoolery. She stopped listening to me years ago.
