Weather at the lunch table

At lunch today: The Little Boy is told to take his spoon out of his sock. He starts making a scowly face at W. She makes fun of him, so he changes it into a joke: "There's a thundercloud at the table!" Everyone laughs. Inspired by the laughter, he goes on to point to W and say, "and you're a sunshine!" W says that he is being sweet. Then he turns to me: "And you're a lightning!" Laughter all around at Dad's expense, especially from the beloved spouse.