Not Everything is Funny
We could not contain our laughter when my dad climbs the stairs whistling as he farts. My brother, Quentin, used to hold a good one just to imitate my dad. “Who am I?” He’d declare quickly getting in place whistling a tune and making sure we could hear his “sounds of nature.” Such a hot mess, but so funny. I would even try to reenact my dad’s notorious stride and fart combination. Such a gross thing, but funny nonetheless.
Out and about, when we’d ask him for the small things like stickers, gum balls, or honey buns, he mostly told us we’d have to wait. Wait for what though? He’d crack a joke and laugh his head off in the dramatic way he does and we’d look at him like, “That’s not funny though.”
Nor is it funny when you swing a full size bath towel to kill a fly in the living room with all the decorative China and sculptures out, Dad. Mom will blame us for that type of reckless behavior. We are the kids here. Why are we telling YOU what to do? That isn’t funny.
Laughing off why you haven’t as much as called in 6 months is not funny.
My baby sister not even really knowing who you are is not a joke.
Seeing you take family pictures with strangers… not funny.
Knowing you live a mere half hour away and you never have gas money to see us? Not funny.
Laughing? I didn’t think so.
Seriously, Dad, the farting is one thing. However, not everything is funny.