The Wit and Wisdom of My Nine-Year Old Son
My son has always had a good sense of humor. In fact, my favorite video of him ever was taken when he was about four months old, laughing hysterically as I played, "Peek-a-boo" with him. Thankfully, the clip is not marred by my appearance, so it's really just a very cute baby in a diaper on the floor laughing like crazy. The funniest part to me on this particular piece of film was when I could just say the word "peekaboo" without hiding my face and it would still send him into a fresh fit of hilarity.
Recently, I have come to realize that he is truly witty. Rather than just "getting" a good joke, he is producing some fine comedy of his own. Additionally, like his mom and dad, he is a deep and profound thinker. I once shared with a friend here that my mom used to call me "The Little Philosopher" when I was about six. My son would be worthy of this title as well.
Here are a few examples that have occurred over the past three days:
He has finally shown interest in learning to ride a bike (we have some long-standing balance issues to work on). The other day, I took him to the local elementary school parking lot to work on this, which provided some great father and son bonding. It was hot and we were both pretty tired and headed home. Brandon suddenly said, "Biking is a great example of perseverance." What could I say but to agree completely? Smart kid!
In the car on the way home, before putting on his seatbelt, Brandon took off his shoes and put his feet up in the dashboard and leaned back like he was waiting for me to serve him some grapes. I joked with him about something, then he said, "It's like I say, 'The best parents are humorous parents.' Well, I don't always say it. I said it twice. Once before, and once just now."
Brandon picked up a copy of People magazine that was in our kitchen. I didn't know he had any interest in reading that at all. He brought it back, stating with no small amount of disdain in his voice, "I was curious to read about this two-year old who is treated like the President." He was talking about Suri Cruise, daughter of Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes. I had to agree with him again.
In the car on the way home from church yesterday, Brandon asked, "What does touche mean in French?" My wife Pam said, "It means touched. Like in fencing, when someone touches you with a sword." Then, he asked, "What does en garde mean?" Pam replied, "It means you should be watching out and be prepared." After a pause of a few seconds, Brandon said, "I guess French people aren't as violent as I thought." I could only laugh.
Yesterday afternoon, we had some friends over (every Sunday afternoon we host our church small group) and the adults were talking. We started laughing really hard about something, and Brandon ran over and started laughing louder than everybody. Abruptly, he stopped laughing and said, "I don't get it." He did this just for a laugh from us, which proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that he is my son.
Lastly, today he was looking at the comics from the Sunday paper, and he asked, "When you were a kid, did you like Opus?" Pam said, "Oh, of course I did. But back when we were kids, Bloom County wasn't so political. Do you know what 'politics' means?" Without missing a beat, Brandon replied, "Yes. Politics means boring." Agreed.
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