Writing funny is an incredibly difficult feat.
I frequently try in this space to get laughs on the order of early Simpsons episodes or the Daily Show. (It’s good to have a goal, so why not set your standards as high as possible right?)
For the right mind, there’s humor to be found everywhere. But the truly brilliant folks are able to bring it to the fore and let us in on the joke too.
Fortunately for less sophisticated folks like me, a good laugh isn’t always complicated or clever.
Take yesterday for instance. If you’d have been at a park near our home in Madison Wisconsin, you’d have seen me with my son on the playground.
You’d have seen my boy running up the play structure and then taking the slide down.
You’d have seen him climbing.
You’d have seen him swinging.
And, you’d you have seen him kick me squarely in the groin. And then, if you’re anything like me, you’d have laughed.
I don’t blame you either.
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It was a fun time until, at the bottom of the slide as I grabbed the boy and swung him toward me, his left leg carried forward to devastating effect.
Time slowed down, I gasped and considered crying but didn’t have the air in my lungs. I set the boy down and slumped, hands planted on my knees, cleaving to any form of body language I felt would help me maintain the smallest shred of dignity.
Slowly, I could breathe again, my vision returned to full color and the boy was at the top of the slide again, this time with a grin on his face. I’m not sure when that grin appeared but, if he’s anything like me, I’ve got a good idea.