Today, while I was putting together the kids’ after school snack, my son, Jack, laid this on me:
Jack: You know, daddy, we’re the same.
Me: We’re the same?
Jack: Yeah. We both want to be funny, but we’re both not that good at it.
Me: Oh. That’s how we’re the same?
Jack: Yeah. Also, we both have all our teeth. Except I still have some that haven’t grown back in yet, so I don’t have all mine.
Me: So, we’re the same because we’re both not funny and because both of us except for you have all our teeth?
Me: Here’s your snack.
Now I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Which, apparently, has been a problem for me for longer than I was aware.