So I've been neglecting my blog of late. I blame it on my kids. They're just not as funny as they used to be. I try walking up to them and shouting "SAY SOMETHING FUNNY!" but they just reply with relatively well-reasoned logic appropriate to their level of development. But recently, they have begun to be funny On Purpose.
Jack told his first joke at age 17 months or so (my wife will no doubt correct the actual age. She has a mother's head for those details), but he was still in diapers. Rebecca had unfastened one of those diapers, peeked inside, and said to Jack, "Hey, there's a penis in there!" To which Jack replied, "What's a penis doing there?"
It was a long dry spell for on-purpose humor for a while, but the other day, Jack responded to one of his brother's non-sensical 4-year-old questions with:
"BAWK, BAWK! Midnight Chicken!"
I have no idea who or what the "Midnight Chicken" is, but the funniest part about it is the fact that Jack sounds as though he is answering the phone at a call center.
Since then, it has become the go-to phrase for any question that is not really worth answering.:
"Hey Jack, how's that hot-dog, man?"
"Bawk, bawk. Midnight Chicken!"
I mean, how do you answer that?
Picasso said once, "Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up."
To my eldest son: Here's hoping that you never lose the appreciation of the absurd. That at any point in your life, if circumstance warrants it, you can pick up that ringing phone, and take an order for the Midnight Chicken.
