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My other cool kid

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As I worked with my son to load the dishwasher this morning, I found myself rearranging dishes to make more room. He had loaded things in rather a jumble; I moved bowls next to bowls, glasses by glasses, etc. Our conversation when like this,

Me: Remember when they taught you in kindergarten about “like with like”?

Him: Uh–no.

Me: You know, “one of these things is not like the other, one of these things just doesn’t belong,”

Him: (smiling slyly) What kind of racist kindergarten did you go to?

I laughed for a full minute, easy. When I caught my breath, I continued,

Me: That song wasn’t from kindergarten; it was from Sesame Street.

Him: Oh, Sesame Street! I knew they were depraved after what they did to the Cookie Monster song!

He’s always had this deadpan, offbeat sense of humor. Often random (to me), he channels his humor into comics he posts on Deviant Art, which you can see here. If you read his “Devious Information” you’ll get another hint of his sense of humor–often literal, sometimes random, confident, self-actualized.

Comments 7

  1. susan wrote:

    Touché, W.

    Posted 09 Sep 2007 at 7:30 pm
  2. Kathleen wrote:

    I feel selfish saying this but…what I wouldn’t give to have such a conversation with Owen. He tantrumed from lunch to dinner yesterday. I wish I knew a fraction of what was happening in his head.

    Posted 10 Sep 2007 at 6:11 am
  3. Susan wrote:

    What did they do to the Cookie Monster song?

    Posted 10 Sep 2007 at 6:37 am
  4. Stitch-n-Snitch wrote:

    *fits of giggles* :)

    Posted 10 Sep 2007 at 6:49 am
  5. Heather Joins The Ro wrote:

    I love it!

    Posted 10 Sep 2007 at 8:22 am
  6. Katherine Allred wrote:

    I love those boys of yours.

    Posted 14 Sep 2007 at 11:37 am
  7. Alarming Female wrote:

    Kathleen ~ not at all selfish–I know exactly what you mean.

    Posted 20 Sep 2007 at 11:27 pm

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