Odd Fit

I like to think of myself as funny.

I’m pretty sure I won something in high school related to being funny…best sense of humor or best laugh, maybe. No, I don’t think it was my laugh because that’s a bit of an awkward and snorty mess most of the time.

Anyway, the point of the post is I fancy myself a wonderful blend of sarcasm and clever goof. I laugh at myself all the time and yet my children don’t seem to get it. Somehow what I think is hysterical, off the hook, comes across to them as, well odd, Denny’s late at night on a weekday strange.

Similar to the way I don’t understand how anyone does not like Cadbury Eggs, I don’t get why my humor does not translate.

I’m funny, I mean really funny sometimes. I do this thing with my teeth that’s…well, you’d have to be here.

My youngest has this saying, “cricket.” She calls it when there is a failed joke or someone is trying to be funny and lands flat. If we are all bantering and one of us, all right let’s say it’s me, adds something to the story that she doesn’t think is funny, she will say, “Mom, that’s a cricket.” Get it? The laughter has stopped, the room is silent, and all you hear is a cricket.

Who the hell taught her this?

It’s to the point now that we argue with her or plead our case for why something is not a cricket. Popular arguments are, “No, that was not a cricket because I wasn’t trying to be funny,” or “No, if more that half the people at the table laugh, it can’t be a cricket.”

My question is, who appointed her Cricket Master? Why does she get to decide? I’m totally funny and I’m just wondering why I could start a town, a whole village, like Cricketville, with all of my crickets?

Wait…was that a cricket?

My thoughts from the laundry room.  Quiet.


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  1. What surprises me is how we can be perceived by other people, while we plod along verbally and think, ohhh shut up now…and ‘cricket cricket’ slides through my mind–and yet now and then someone will call me “wry” (which always feels like it should hurt) or ‘sardonic” or hysterical. If I’m that funny, lady, why doesn’t any one laugh…?

    And lets face it, even if your kids have to leave the room so you can’t see them, be sure they’re laughing, somewhere. They would rip out their tonsils before they’d let you know. “Mom’s a hoot” “Yeah, but don’t tell HER that” snicker.

    • Oh, that always surprises me. What is that saying…What someone thinks of you is none of your business? I’m a big believer in that one. They are totally rounding the corner and laughing at me, you’re right. I’ll go with that.

      Thank you for reading and commenting. 🙂

  2. If it’s any consolation, I found this funny.. I get it. There have been times when something sounds so funny in my head. When I open my mouth and say it out loud though, it doesn’t come out as funny.. All about perspective I guess. Can’t blame ourselves if people don’t necessarily get our special style of humor 🙂

  3. Ah, yes. In the same way we enter the Valley of Stupidity around the time they turn 13 (and exit when they become adults), we also become not funny, embarrassing, uncool:). Welcome to my club!

  4. Kids never think anything a parent–make that a related adult–can be funny. Took me a while to figure out it wasn’t “me” but “them” who just had a different sort of humour—it’s what’s known as the “generation gap. . .”

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