Making Whoopee

So our daughter has developed quite the sense of humor. What? Not the opening sentence you expected from the title?  It will make perfect sense in just a moment.  But back to the daughter and her sense of humor.  She always has made us laugh and seems to find a lot of things funny.  Plus she still thinks I'm the funniest person in the world.  I practice some of my best material on her and she's the best audience a dad could ask for.

Last week though, she took things to a completely different level.  It was just her and I for the evening as Robbie had a "work function" although I'm not sure how much work was done at the Rathskeller's "Welcome to the Neighborhood" event thrown for his place of business.  But daughter and I were playing around when she says "Hold on Daddy, go potty."  She took off down the hall and I asked if she needed help and she said nope.  A few minutes went by and she finally came out of the bathroom, rubbing her butt while going "ow" over and over.  I her what was wrong and she needed medicine.  I asked what was wrong and she said "My butt's cracked."  Seriously.  The girl looked at me deadpan and said "My butt's cracked" in the most pitiful voice you've ever heard.  Then she started laughing.  Not just a giggle but a full blown, out of control, falling on the floor, belly laugh! She was laughing so hard she was having trouble breathing.  That of course got me to laughing almost as hard.  I'd just been punked by my three year old!

I will admit that I may have created our little Borscht belt comic.  I did start the whole "butt crack" joke with her.  When she was still in diapers or pull-ups she'd develop a rash every once in a while and complain about being sore.  I'd always look and say "It should be sore, you have a big crack in your butt."  After several times of this routine, she'd started laughing and say "Daddy!" like I was just the silliest person ever.  It was indeed a very proud moment for me when she was able to turn the joke around on me.  And believe me, I'm very proud to share with anyone who will listen.

Last Friday was the best of the humor so far.  I was buying some new jeans and while waiting in line I noticed that they had whoopee cushions on sale. (Ah, so that's where the title came from!)  I just had to buy one.  We went to pick her up from daycare but not before slipping the cushion under the cushion on her car seat.  Robbie put her in her seat and wouldn't you know but she's still so light that it didn't do anything.  Robbie then made sure she was in the seat better and pushed down and set off the whoopee cushion.  Daughter's eyes got really wide, a grin started on her face.  Then the laughing started.  I thought she was going to wet herself and swore that it wasn't her!  I said "But I heard you!  I can't believe you farted in my car!"  Lord!  The laughter didn't stop until we were almost home.  It's amazing what a $1 piece of latex can do.

Oh, I almost forgot.  When I told the cracked butt story to Robbie the following day he just shook his head and said "Great.  Now I have two of them in the house."  Yup.  I'm one proud daddy.  Now I just have to teach her that there's a time a place for that humor. I just know it's going to result with at least one or two calls from school.  And I'll take full responsibility for it.  But not until after I teach her about armpit farts.