We were driving home from dropping
James at work the other morning when Abigail started pointing out the
window, giggling and saying “ook, ook”. I “ooked” and
heard her say “oh, so funny” and noticed her in the rearview
mirror sitting with her hands covering her mouth as if she had
discovered something very amusing and a little bit naughty.
I “ooked” again and saw what it was
that had amused her so thoroughly. She had seen a sign advertising
cups of coffee that you could get in any size for 99 cents. The
picture they were using to illustrate this amazing deal was a
photograph of the tallest man in the world standing next to a little
person (the PC way of saying someone with dwarfism)
who didn't even come up to his derrier.
It was at this moment that I realised
our twisted senses of humour may be genetic and have been passed
right down to the youngest in the herd. Our baby was actually
laughing out loud and pointing at a midget.
