Each time my family-historian cousin Rickshala posts a comment here on the blog, I’m reminded that the Tarkovka family tree is deeply rooted in humor. In fact he published the title of today’s post as his new mantra after last week’s piece about gender being between our ears. And chef of Russian-Jewish descent that he is, he also managed to throw in mention of a kreplach.
Richshala’s call for a kreplach and a great brisket were all the inspiration I needed to share some of the amazing-cuteness-of-kids funnies you’ve sent in since the last time. And that’s always a trigger for me to share another entry or two from the pages of The Harry Chronicles. Enjoy!
Soon after his great-grandfather’s funeral, four-year-old Carson asked, “What do you think I’ll be wearing when I die?” “I don’t know,” his mom replied. “Why do you ask?” “Grandpa Herbie was wearing his church clothes; I think I might be wearing my pajamas.”
“I know how you can have a baby really quickly,” Cooper, age eight, told his mom. “How is that Cooper?” “You drink plum juice. My teacher said if you drink a lot of plum juice, things come out fast.”
After their family’s first visit to Disney World, four-year-old Avery’s parents received a follow-up promotional postcard. When Avery wanted to know why they got mail from Mickey Mouse, her mom explained that Disney World wanted them to come back. Avery’s eyes widened with delight. She promptly included that info in the story about her trip. “And Disney World wants us to come back!” she’d say, excitedly. After telling several people, Avery asked her mom why everyone always laughed when she mentioned the invitation to come back.
During intermission at the ballet “Beauty and the Beast” in the fall of 1995, my then-five-year-old son Harry said, “Mom, I don’t think I can be a ballet dancer. I don’t think I cannot talk for that much time.” Later, still incredulous, he asked, “They really don’t talk during the ballet? What about in other countries?”
In second grade, after watching a series of commercials, Harry was glad he wasn’t a girl, and added, “There are a lot of other odors besides under their armpits. Then there’s mini pads, menopause, Midol, babies and boobs.”
I hope you’re writing down all the sweet, funny and endearing things the kid(s) in your life say. And then please send a few to me so I can share them in a summer edition post of kids’ funnies. Sometimes they’ll just make your day.
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