Friday, December 11, 2009
It is to laugh
Mr. RK has an idea for another kid's book, "Animals You Should Not Pet, and What Will Happen If You Do." What do you think?
You've all noticed, I'm sure, that I love to laugh. I also love to make other people laugh. Growing up, no one at school or church believed that the naughty jokes I heard were from him. It was sort of like growing up with Weird Al.
After telling an inappopriate joke at Sunday school: "WHO told you THAT?"
Me: "My dad."
Who was the pastor of the church.
"HE DID NOT!!"
I love that Mr. RK makes me laugh constantly as well. I wish I could be as clever.
While we're on the subject of laughing, today we went to see my little sister's school holiday "Songfest."
I was almost in the giggle loop the whole time, with my dad on one side whispering jokes in my ear and my brother doing the same on the other side. Kids are hilarious because they don't have so many social filters. I saw more scratching in inappropriate places, more signing off key and loudly - you remember the Bible verse about "making a joyful noise"?
Then they sang Hannukah songs and my brother whispers, "Why does every one of these sound like the part in Fiddler on the Roof where people are getting kicked out of their homes?"
(An aside - my own family stock is composed of Swiss Jews, Apaches, Irish and all kinds of characteres that I am only now learning about, including my dad's transvestite great Uncle Louie, who lived that way openly in Iowa with no trouble. He must have been an Executive Transvestite.*)
My dad leaned over and said, "Why is it that if it's your kid, it's the best thing in the world, but if it's someone else's, it's just god-awful?!"
That's the million dollar question, isn't it?
*If you haven't seen Eddie Izzard's Dress to Kill, you really, really must.