Harmless Fun, I ThinkBy
Tony and I really have fun with the kids. Mad torturing skillz? We haz ‘em.
Last night we told Chloe that if she had been a boy, her name was going to be Cletus. Tony kept saying stuff about chewing tobacco and missing teeth. It COMPLETELY got a rise out of her, so we just kept calling her Cletus. She started screaming, with extreme passion in her eyes, “My name’s not Cletus!!!” Finally, she broke down, yelled at Tony, and said “It’s on like Donkey Kong, Dad.”
After a few kid punches and her being held upside down, Tony asked, “OK, you really wanna fight? You wanna fight?” She, of course, said yes. Then Tony said a line that I’VE never heard before, but I guess he used to say it when he was a kid. It was: “Well then climb up my ass and fight for air.”
I about lost it. It just struck me as so darn funny, that I couldn’t stop laughing. Tears STREAMED down my face. That, of course, got Tony laughing. Hard. The kids really had no idea why we were laughing so hard, but they joined in too.
It was exactly what we needed. These winter blahs were broken, even if it was only for fifteen minutes.