I have three kids. All boys. The oldest is 7 years old and he just started 2nd grade. He is a great kid: Loving, intelligent, thoughtful, obedient (most of the time), and full of energy. My kids are three of the most important things in my life. I love them completely and they have helped me become a better man. I need to say those things on the outset because what I am about to write might come across as a bit negative and I don’t want it to be taken in the wrong way.
2nd grade humor is awful. Truly awful. When a second grade boy tries to make you laugh, it usually fails. Miserably. When they are just being themselves, though, they can be the funniest people in the world. I know that I don’t have to laugh at everything my son says and does when he is trying to be funny, but it would be great if I didn’t have to force myself to smile when he is telling me about the joke he cracked in the middle of the school day for his friends. By the way, the joke totally killed at school. His classmates ate it up like it was classic Bill Cosby. Which I guess proves my point that 2nd graders are rarely intentionally funny. I’m glad his friends laughed but when he repeated the joke to me I was like……I had one of those really painful, awkward smiles plastered on my face. I tried so hard to say something congratulatory but all I could come up with was, “That’s…great…” (There is an implied question mark at the end of that sentence.)
I know I don’t have to laugh at all his jokes, but I am eagerly awaiting the day where I can honestly laugh at some of them. That day will come, right? RIGHT?