My grandmother is always telling me:
“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.”
Yeaaaaahhhhhh… that doesn’t fit our household.
We pretty much live in a cyclone of sarcasm, dry wit, and punishing puns.
Seriously. We have pun wars. At the dinner table. Regularly. Sometimes they are really really bad. And those are often the best ones.
It’s like a garden of puns. And none of us can leave it alone.
… hehehe …
There are rules:
- Nothing personal, especially no name calling;
- Must be contextual, stick with the theme of what’s happening right now;
- Must be with good intent, encouraging others to join in. Nobody wants to excluded or ostracised.
It’s all fun and games until the spawnlings throw it back at me.
Tonight I had to go and remind the two older spawnlings to quiet it down. Zaltu was already asleep and I said “I swear… if you wake her … I’ll … make your holidays …”
Yeah. Lame. And it really sucks because I know that they know I’m pathetic at empty threats. Especially since they replied, with pitch-perfect sarcasm:
“And remind us again, exactly what that would involve? Like, step by step details…”
They kept to the rules. And they called my bluff. I don’t usually bluff. I suck at lying so if I say something, you know it’s going to happen.
There is nothing as frustrating as the anger at your spawnlings throwing your own words back at you… and the pride of them doing it in the best way possible.
Go on. Share stories of your kids using your own words against you. We’re all friends here. I won’t tell…