The Subjective Nature of Humor
Last night, my husband, son, and I stopped at a local taco shop on the way home from Z's soccer game for a quick dinner. At the table, the jokes started to fly. I'm on my third week of laryngitis, so I was mostly a silently giggling spectator to a barrage of knock-knock and chicken crossing the road ventures into the funny.
Z was through about his third variation of rubber chickens crossing rubber roads when Earl let fly with this classic: "Why did the monkey fall out of the tree? Because it was DEAD!"
Z, very bright-eyed and expecting the best from his never-fail-funny step daddy, contemplated this for a moment. Then his face fell. "That is SO sad!" he said with utmost 5 year old sincerity.
At this reaction, I could not stop laughing. Seriously, silently, busting-a-gut-hoping-guacamole-would-not-fly-out-my-nose cracking up at the table.
For the rest of the night, one of us adults would say "That is so sad" and the other would laugh. I'm actually laughing just recounting it here.
Which leads me to believe we are sick, sick parents.
And lucky, lucky parents since we have one amazing compassionate kid already and another moldable mind coming down the hopper to have some more fun with.
I LOVE it when life is this good. And funny. :)
Z was through about his third variation of rubber chickens crossing rubber roads when Earl let fly with this classic: "Why did the monkey fall out of the tree? Because it was DEAD!"
Z, very bright-eyed and expecting the best from his never-fail-funny step daddy, contemplated this for a moment. Then his face fell. "That is SO sad!" he said with utmost 5 year old sincerity.
At this reaction, I could not stop laughing. Seriously, silently, busting-a-gut-hoping-guacamole-would-not-fly-out-my-nose cracking up at the table.
For the rest of the night, one of us adults would say "That is so sad" and the other would laugh. I'm actually laughing just recounting it here.
Which leads me to believe we are sick, sick parents.
And lucky, lucky parents since we have one amazing compassionate kid already and another moldable mind coming down the hopper to have some more fun with.
I LOVE it when life is this good. And funny. :)