In the busyness of the first week of school, my daughter asked, “Why so many things to do? Why couldn’t I have been born a … oh, I don’t know … a mushroom! They don’t have nearly as many responsibilities.”

And I explained, “You are part mushroom, dear! Because your father is a fungi. A fun guy.”

With an eye roll and a smile, she acquiesced; it was a good one.

Humor doesn’t solve our problems, but it can boost our spirits enough to navigate them.