This has put me in a "Memories
" state of mind and my posts will probably reflect that I am reminiscing over the past and I will do so a lot over the next few weeks.I will try to keep it to a minimum but everything seems to remind me of his impeding trip to visit colleges and my need to keep him close.
And, yes, I agree - I am over reacting a little bit but, eh... he is my first born. My baby boy. My little man. My sweet, innocent, loving little bundle of joy. And, he will be going away to college, one day.
So... as I was catching up on some of my favorite blogs, I came across a post from June Cleave Nirvana and her little boy telling a joke. The post reminded me of a time, not to long ago, when I told my Goofy boy a joke and he laughed, despite not fully understanding the joke and why it was funny but getting that the punchline was funny.
It was also the first time that he "got" that it was a joke and it was not a knock, knock joke nor a joke that was about numbers (i.e. Why was six afraid of seven?) or garbage trucks (i.e. What has four wheels and flies?).
Here is the joke, which I heard from Drew Carey when I worked at the Improv a very, very, very long time ago.
A man goes out to get the paper from the front stoops and he sees a snail.
The man picks the snail up and throws it across his yard.
Three years later there is a knock at the door.
The man answers the door and sees the snail.
The snail says, "What did you do that for?"
My soon-to-be-first-grader-but-not-ready-to-call-him-that-yet response while laughing hysterically?
I mean huge belly laughs hysterics.
"Snails don't talk"
