Family Humor
Life is full of incredibly funny moments. Some are surprising, some planned; others are tactful, and others are totally uncalled for.
In our family…all apply. As I continue to lead this family of mine, I have become convinced that many of the jokes told by comedians today find their origins in the day to day lives of families.
In the following few paragraphs, I am going to share some of these moments with you, my readers, but please don’t get offended!
I just want to share them with you the way they happened, and leave it at that, ok? So here it goes…(man, I cannot believe I am about to say all this!)
How does a blonde re-heat her dinner?
By putting the to-go container in the oven at 450 degrees!
Yes…the Styrofoam to-go container!
Yes, my beautiful oldest daughter decided that this was the most efficient way to get her food hot!
Then…after removing the melted foam mass from the oven, she took out what she wanted to eat, and put the mass back in the fridge! Gosh I love her.
Each time we go to the pool, we usually stay about three hours. Needless to say, by the time we leave everyone is hungry.
Mackenzie is typically the one who lets us know about the hunger problem; and she is quick to inform us that she really wants to go to Little Seizures! (I will give you a minute with that one.)
The funny thing is that, being Mackenzie, she proclaims this loudly, and everyone stares at us.
Sunday afternoon I was attempting to squeeze out a few more minutes of nap time, when Gabby, who is now five, begins to cry from the bathroom, just outside of our bedroom door.
After I came back from the fogginess of sleep, I realized what she was crying about. Out of nowhere I hear her scream…” It stinks! It stinks! And one of my poopies looks like Micky Mouse!” I don’t care who you are…that’s funny! I laughed myself awake.
Evidently, I am losing grasp of who exactly is living in my house. The other day I realized that Mackenzie was dressed a little weird.
She walked by me a few times, and I noticed her speaking in a deeper than usual voice. Well, she is six, and very female, so I was sure that it had nothing to do with puberty.
As she passed me again I asked, “what are you doing Mackenzie?” Her response was unexpected at best. She quipped back…“it’s not Mackenzie, it’s Kyle!”
Sooooo now I have a second son, evidently, who’s name is Kyle. He looks like a girl, walks like a girl, cries and fusses like a girl, but dresses and talks like a boy.
Also, I have absolutely no idea when “he” is at home. My only indicators are the fact that when Mackenzie is dressed like her brother…do not call her by her girl name! Call her Kyle!
She also demands on sleeping in Christian’s room, you know, with the boys; and she insists on getting dressed in his room as well.
The funny thing is that she still hasn’t realized that when she is Kyle, and dad walks in on her dressing, she is not supposed to cover up her “top” with her arm.
Bless her insane little heart. Now while all of this is very troubling for me, I have to tell you, I am just glad that…Makenkyle hasn’t tried to pee standing up. I mean really, who needs that stress!
Jason, father of six