My oldest son has developed a cutting sense of humor. I'm not sure where he gets it. Probably from school.Sherry was holding up individual housewarming gifts a friend had given her to show me:
| Sherry: | “See? I got a some chocolate, a cookbook, a measuring cup, and (showing oddly shaped kitchen shears) scissors for cutting.” |
| son: | “Really? For cutting” |
| me: | “He's gotta point.” |
| Sherry: | “Nice.” |
We were shopping at Lowe's. I was busy trying to figure out which plumbing parts I needed for our bathroom renovation. I heard an announcement over the P.A. system about a car in the parking lot. I ignored it.
| son: | “Dad, did you hear that?” |
| me: | “Uh, yeah, but I wasn't listening.” |
| son: | “They said that there was a red Honda Civic illegally parked in the parking lot and that it was going to be towed.” |
| me: | “REALLY?!” |
| son: | “...(rolling his eyes) No dad. And we drove the van.” |
Oldest son and I were having a nice conversation about cars. It's a common interest we share, so it makes it easy for us to have father-son-bonding moments. It was going well until he decided to dial-in a little more snark:
| me: | “Oh, I had an idea. You know how the stuff always rolls around in the---” |
| son: | “wait---” |
| me: | “Hold on, let me finish. The stuff in the trunk is always---” |
| son: | “Dad, wait!” |
| me: | “What?!” |
| son: | “(pausing for dramatic effect; revealing just a hint of a smile)...You have an idea. I just thought you'd want to savor the moment...” |
| me: | “(struggling to conceal my pride)...Wow...That's harsh!” |
| son: | “(still maintaining his composure)...Did you to want write this one down? Just to make sure it sounds right, you know, before you embarrass yourself.” |