Thursday, April 10, 2008


My family was in our car and the kids, 4 years and 6 years old then, were bored. Julia was driving. The oldest, Joey, addressing Julia, said, "Dad, why are we waiting here?"

She replied, "We're at a red light, Mom."

Joey said, "I'm not Mom."

I said, "Yes, you're Mom. She's Dad. I'm Jared. And he's Joey."

I had given the younger son (Jared) the older son's name (Joey). So the younger son pipes up, whining, sounding on the verge of tears, "I'm Joey? Now I'm not funny anymore!"

To hear a 4 year old unleash such a caustic burn cracked us all up. We all laughed until we cried--and beyond.

Then the older son realized that he had been burned, stopped laughing, and got upset.

Then we laughed some more.

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