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Do You Get My Sense of Humor?

Of course I want my kid to have her own personality, but I also like it when The Munch reminds me of me. The more like me she is, the more I relate to her, because you know, me.

There are many ways in which The Munch and I see the world differently, and I embrace our divergent perspectives. She for one likes yogurt, where I happen to think it is worse than eating bear semen. She also has no interest in learning the rules to “Connect 4,” where I… actually that’s a really big problem and I need her to change that about herself immediately.

My only hope was that my child would inherit a similar sense of humor to mine. If we can’t laugh about the absurdity of the world together, then how are we ever going to make it in this cold world? I know she isn’t sophisticated enough to understand the nuances of all my many vagina jokes, but I’m hoping the flaps and folds of her brain begin the birthing of that process.

But you know what you guys? I think she’s starting to get it. For one, The Munch is beginning to wrap her mind around the concept of sarcasm. A few weeks ago some friends visited with their kids, and The Munch was really not into their children. They didn’t have a vibe she liked, they were pretty physically aggressive, and they made her room messy. We all had a plan to meet at the park, and when we got there, The Munch noticed that my friends’ car wasn’t there.

Munch: Oh wow, it’s too bad your friends aren’t here yet.
Toni: What do you mean?
Munch: It’s just too bad they’re not here. I just really wish they were.
Toni: You do?
Munch: NO MOM! I AM JUST JOKING ON YOU!

It was probably the proudest moment of my life. One single tear was shed knowing that my sweet little girl was slowly turning into the cynical bitch I know she can be.

I don’t know about you, but I am a huge fan of pushing bruises. I mean what’s funnier than seeing a bruise on someone, and just giving it a little press?! So the other day I was giving The Munch an airplane ride, and she noticed some bruises on my leg. Even though said leg was holding her up in the air, The Munch looked at my bruise contemplatively, and then pushed the shit out of it! I almost dropped her from the shooting pain, but she didn’t care and just dug in harder. Munch then tackled me, trying to push the other ones. I mean… she just gets it. That is hilarious!

You have to laugh at your own pain because otherwise you are overtaken by it.

Okay so here is another one. About 2 years ago The Munch went to drink some juice, and an ant bit her uvula. You know, that punching bag in the back of your throat. The ant was stuck there for 2 days despite my many efforts to dislodge it. I never told Munch that it was an ant however, because I didn’t want to freak her out.

That is until this weekend.

Toni: Munch, remember when you got that black thing stuck in your throat, and you thought it was a blackberry?
Munch: Yeah.
Toni: Well, it wasn’t a blackberry. It was something else, but I didn’t want to tell you and make you upset.
Munch: Well, what was it?
Toni: An ant. An ant bit your uvula.
Munch: AN ANT BIT MY UVULA! HAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!

She laughed the whole car ride home because that IS comedy gold.

(Fun fact: I have received over 10 emails from people who had this exact same thing happen to them! I’m pretty sure I’m the foremost expert on Google for what to do when an ant bites your uvula. Just saying, I am kind of a big deal in that circle).

I feel like The Munch is developing a sense of humor that is somewhat akin to mine, which makes me feel like I’m doing at least one thing right as a parent. Like when she saw this picture of herself, and insisted I show it to the entire dinner table (including her great grandmother) because The Munch knows comedy is more important than personal modesty.

(Ps those are socks on her hands… for whatever reason).

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How could you not want to push these bruises?

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3 Responses to Do You Get My Sense of Humor?

  1. Laszlo Nagy says:

    I think it has to be true that over 50% of good parenting is instilling in a child a sense of humor. Over-seriousness is a kind of disease, a noxious thing that hangs over too much of humanity making for sour pusses easily led into faux revolution. To raise a child that can laugh at self and others is to raise a human being in an incipient over-serious teletubby pseuedo-human planetary apocalypse.

  2. Olga Davidson says:

    She might kill you for posting that picture when she gets older.

  3. bridget says:

    I am literally dying laughing reading this. Like… i just called an ambulance for myself

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