My Wife Is Certifiably Insane

I'd like to apologize for the title. I'm actually trying to see how long it takes her to notice I wrote that. She'll probably see it the day I forget I did it. Anyway, moving on.

Last night, my son reached a milestone that I've been waiting a long time for. He'll be three this fall and last night he made his first sarcastic insult. I was holding him, trying to put him to sleep. I whispered something to him, probably to calm him down for bed time (but more likely to get him "riled up" with laughter) and he covered his nose all of a sudden. Then he said, "Your breath stinks, Daddy. Is it hot in your mouth?"

I was so proud! A little hurt, yes. But so proud! See, I've been worried that my son didn't inherit a good enough sense of humor. I always knew he'd be funny, but I didn't know if it would be on the level I hoped it to be. Until now, he's done funny things, but never really made jokes or delivered any zingers. And don't get me wrong, he's a funny guy. He "dances" to Black Eyed Peas songs, he says "Kung Fu Panda fight!" as he jumpkicks me, and he makes really funny faces on command (see right). But, until last night he was Jim Carrey funny. Silly, but no jokes. And he really sold it by putting his hand over his nose. My wife and I laughed really hard. I was secretly plotting my revenge for his little insult, but I still laughed. Then, as I was brushing my teeth 30 seconds later I caught myself thinking of ways to get him back. Then I realized that I was talking about a toddler. You can't insult a toddler! They don't understand the joke. So I figured I'd just trip him the next time he's carrying a donut or something. That'll show him who's boss.