Friday, November 14, 2008

Life Imitates Jokes

Q: What time is it when you go to the dentist?
A: Tooth hurty.

Get it? 2:30? Tooth hurty? That joke's a big favorite here at the Cloud. And I had a dentist appointment this week. At 2:30!

It's kooky!

Another favorite:

Q: Did you hear about the restaurant on the moon?
A: The food is good, but there's no atmosphere.

The kids don't really understand that one, but they laugh anyway. They always laugh at Daddy's jokes. I've got about 5 more years of that, after which they will become sullen, moody teenagers and be embarrassed beyond words at anything and everything I say. Or do. Or wear.

The clock is ticking.

7 comments:

Eric Shonkwiler said...

Cherish it. I was a monster for about a year, and a sullen, gothy teen for years after that.

Maybe girls'll be different?

Mutha said...

You forgot the eyes rolling. That's always fun. The other encouragement my sons will dish out is, "Was that supposed to be a joke?"
Then I dance in the supermarket while holding their hands to get them back.

Gordo said...

I have every intention of taking anything that my guys consider to be embarrassing and turning it into a full-on production number. No singing, though. I'm an ass, not a sadist. ;-)

Victoria Gothic said...

Hah, quite. My sisters are about the age of your girls if I did my thinking correctly, so yeah, in a few years they too will become sullen teen kids. And yes, they do pretty much laugh at anything so long as laughing is the assumed response. I know of all the problems that could happen, but that's not important in the slightest. You're girls are lucky to have a dad like you.

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

Can I just tell ya....

OH AND HOW.


Scarlett & Viaggiatore

Hilary said...

Yes, it gets ugly after this phase. BUT there's light at the end of that tunnel too. They get even older. The jokes and puns at which they rolled their eyes, now evoke a snicker, a fleeting smile.. sometimes even an overheard retelling to others! Enjoy this phase. It's sweet as can be.. but they all are.

Clowncar said...

Oh, yeah, Eric, girls will be different. Very different. And I love my girls, but they are gonna be Hell On Wheels. Not sure I'd want it any other way, to be honest.

They've already got the eye roll down, Mutha. And the exasperated sigh. And we've had to ban the word "whatever." (Well, we let them say it to the cats).

Gordo, we have the same instincts. I plan to be embarassing in Technicolor.

Thanks Vic. Actually, I'd turn it around: I'm lucky to have girls like them.

So you're saying, Hilary, that I will be considered humorless for about 5 years. And more importantly, enjoy the highs and the lows: Enjoy the ride. Words to live by.