The best jokes are the ones told around the dinner table that whiz over the heads of the children. Extra points if they are also lost on belle-mere. My beloved had cut a lemon wedge for his tea and, thinking it was fair game, I wheezed it. He began to protest and then, catching what he'd said, began to croon "Wheeze my lemon..."
I was part of a movement of "dinosaur moms" when I lived in Maryland (Astrodon Johnstoni is the Maryland state dinosaur.) Which is nothing more than this -- dinosaur moms delight in the half-feral nature of the beasties they parent, even as they whisper Shakespeare and Kierkegaard in their ears at night.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
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