Humor was a premium in my family growing up, and in the family I raised.
My son’s oldest son, his stepson, has virtually no sense of humor, but he’s gaining. Chris didn’t come into his life until he was 4. He’s 8 now. His mom only recently began understanding our humor. Conversely, his 2 and 4 year year old sister picks up on bologna right away and laugh.
I was babysitting the other day. The kids asked where Mom and Dad were. I said, “They’re at Walmart getting new kids.” The 4 year old burst out laughing, and to my delight I got a chuckle from Jayden, the 8 year old. For too long he would have hit me with serious comments like, “You can’t buy children from a store.” The joke would have gone right over his head. It was nice to hear him laugh.
One time Chris, my oldest granddaughter, who was 11, and I were on the back deck. My son and I tag teamed her. Chris said, “You know, Brande, they get olive oil from squishing olives.”
I knew where he was going so I said, “Yeah, and they get peanut oil from squishing peanuts.”
Chris said, “So, where do you suppose they get baby oil from?”
She yells, “WELL THEY DON’T GET IT FROM SQUISHING BABIES!!!!!”
Then Chris said, “You know, if you plant tomato seeds you get tomatoes.”
I said, “Yeah, and if you plant flower seeds, you get flowers.”
Chris said, “So what do you suppose you get if you plant bird seed?”
“WELL YA DON’T GET BIRDS!!!” She yelled!
Poor child!