Laughter Makes My Heart Happy
By Susan Mercedes. Filed in Family, Weekend |
I love to laugh. Even better is hearing other people laugh. Often it is either at my own expense or by using adult humor.
But sometimes, and by sometimes I mean rarely, can I do it using elementary school humor.
This can only be verified by hearing a kid laugh hard. And I mean hard! You know, the guttural hearty laugh that kids can’t fake.
Elle: [brushing her hair] My hair is so knotty.
Me: Then tell it to behave.
Elle: [guttural hearty laugh that kids can't fake]
I want to hear it more often. So please, for my heart to smile, send silly jokes. Otherwise I’ll have to resort to tickling. And Elle will get sick of it really quick.
Sunday, September 27th 2009 at 10:13 am
sweet
Susan Mercedes Reply:
September 28th, 2009 at 3:20 pm
Kinlow: So sweet it makes my teeth hurt.
Sunday, September 27th 2009 at 10:17 am
It is natural, free and can really make some one younger.
lets start spreading it now.
Susan Mercedes Reply:
September 28th, 2009 at 3:21 pm
Trish: I definitely do my part. You know, to make people laugh. By living. I provide a lot to laugh at (notice it at, not with).
Sunday, September 27th 2009 at 10:34 am
Monday night at Family Dinner, 7-yr-old granddaughter was fidgeting. Grandma said, “What’s the matter? Got ants in your pants?”
Granddaughter said, “I don’t think so. I’m wearing a skirt.”
Susan Mercedes Reply:
September 28th, 2009 at 3:25 pm
Karen: Adorable story! Kids say the cutest things.
Sunday, September 27th 2009 at 11:49 am
Because I obviously can’t tell a joke, I’ll try to write one:
Three ropes walk into a pub and seat themselves. First rope walks up to the bar and asks for a pitcher of rootbeer. “Get outta here,” says the bartender, “I don’t your kind.” He gestures to the Right to Refuse Service sign. Rope 1 returns to the table dejected. The second tries to be polite, approaching the bartender: “Pardon me sir, but we really are quite thirsty. Couldn’t we trouble you for just one pitcher?” The bartender ignores him. The ropes are about to leave when the third (and obviously most attractive) decides to give it a go. Turning on the charm, she ties herself up, fluffs her hair nice and big and sashays to the bar: “Hey there handsome, you wouldn’t have a pitcher of rootbeer back there for lil’ ol’ me and my friends, would you?” Eyelashes aflutter. Bartender pauses, looks her up and down–”Hey…Aren’t you one of those _ropes_ that’ve been hanging around?”
“Me?” She gasps, switches weight to other hip, “Oh noooo…I’m a frayed knot.”
Susan Mercedes Reply:
September 28th, 2009 at 3:28 pm
Melinda: Cute one. Completely kid appropriate. Truth is…I’m horrible at telling jokes too.
Monday, September 28th 2009 at 7:32 am
Why can’t Dracula have babies? Because he has a HALLOW WEENIE!!!!! (might not want to tell that to your daughter in case you don’t want to have the birds and the bees talk too)
Susan Mercedes Reply:
September 28th, 2009 at 3:29 pm
Becky: Oh my…that’s silly. I’m not quite ready for the talk. May have to save that joke until she’s 30.
Monday, October 5th 2009 at 2:58 pm
Fucking Adorable!!!! lol still laughing!
Susan Mercedes Reply:
October 5th, 2009 at 10:11 pm
h0neyb: Glad I could make you laugh since laughter makes a heart happy!