I never meant for this to happen

You know how dads can be.

They introduce your sweet, darling, feminine little girls to Daddy Humor. And from that time on, your life as a mother is never quite the same. Oh, it's just as good, your life is. And in many ways, it's so much better with each passing year. Marriage gets better, mothering gets better ... everything really does get better.

There's just one, teeny, tiny thorn in your side. Such a little thing, really, hardly worth mentioning. You don't like to pick on Daddy Humor, because it seems to be such a bonding thing between Daddy and the kids. But, ummm ... well, you would never have chosen to watch that particular show with the kids, would you? Or to make a joke about that?

You may fill in your own blanks regarding just how Daddy the humor is, but here's a recent example from our house.

I sat down at the computer and found this on the desktop:


Ramona approached, and said, "Who's that?"

I said, "I don't know. Daddy did it. I think it's a Stooge. "

At this point, Betsy showed up behind me, took one quick glance and said:

"Yup. That's Curly."

Just like that.

"That's Curly."

A mother labors and labors to shield her children from certain horrid realities of this world, but when Daddy Humor raises its powerful, snickering head, there's only so much that a helpless mom can do.

Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk.