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That’s So Punny

Posted on Mar 30, 2009 by Lisa Ricard Claro   1 Comment | Posted in daughter · pun

Every morning I put on my game face and drive my daughter and her friend to high school. At 6:30 a.m. none of us is ready for prime time and the drive is quiet. Today was different, though, and reminded me that fun can be had, even at that ungodly hour of the day.

It was a case of this-leads-to-this-leads-to-that, a round robin conversation that included New York’s Central Park and the detectives from Law & Order SVU. I said that with my luck any cop who interviewed me would look more like Boss Hogg than Elliot Stabler. My daughter decided that Boss Hogg would have to be a doughnut eater, and my daughter’s friend obliged the silly stereotype by decreeing that the precinct would then be a Dunkin’ Donuts. And the puns began:

“There’s a criminal! Is he nicer than the other criminals or is he crueller?”

“I dunno, but we’ve got a sticky situation here.”

“The perp must be on drugs…his eyes are glazed!”

And so it rolled until I dropped them off, all us giggling and snorting like we’d just scored breakfast with Robin Williams.

I’m not claiming that our sorry puns were worthy of a SNL skit; but our laughter–well, we egged each other on, and once the chortling began it didn’t matter that we were awake at “sparrow fart” or that they are teenagers and I’m an old bagger (oops…mature woman) climbing the peak toward 50. In that short space of time we were just cackling humanoids having a silly, rollicking good time. I admit, my behavior was not scholarly or mature, but it was a great way to begin a Monday.

That’s my story (plain, not sugar coated) and I’m sticking to it.

See ya –
Lisa

1 Response to "That’s So Punny"

  1. Comment by Anonymous
    April 11, 2009 at 10:46 am  

    I remember the painfully quiet times of driving daughters to school. All conversation attempts died ignoble deaths. One day, I guess I was feeling particularly pensive, maybe it was the approach of another HS graduation, but I uttered a short line. As we turned onto the street from the subdivision, I saw a early elementary child waiting across the road. I merely offered: “It takes a long time to grow one of those.”My daughter looked at me incredulously. But then she seemed to mellow and I sensed that she understood, in a brief moment, the difficulty of parenting, uttering something like, “I suppose it does.”George


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