Wednesday, November 17, 2004
On Humor
I don't understood the Three Stooges. I know, I know--some people would say, "What's there to understand?!" What I mean is that I don't understand why some people find them funny. From what I've observed, it's usually men who glean entertainment value in these oddballs. Someone once explained to me that their brand of comedy is called "physical humor." Now I've got a name for it, but I can't say that that has helped me to appreciate it any better.
This afternoon Max, Boo and I were playing in Boo's room. The futon on the floor has become a favorite place for the boys to tumble around. Mother that I am, I'm partial to its cushioning effect. Today Max created a new trick. Standing near the futon with his back to it, he began to balance on one leg. Then he extended his hands out to his sides, tilted his body to the left, and began to flail his arms in a mock attempt to remain vertical. Finally succumbing to gravity, Max fell sideways onto the mat with a laugh.
And Boo, ever the dutiful audience for his big brother, erupted into giggles.
So up popped Max to try another position. This time he fell backwards, his feet folding over his head like a hinged door. Boo Boo burst into hysterics.
On and on they went, Max perfecting backwards kamikaze dives and Boo egging him on with sheer delight. My little men--they evidently have in their genetic code an understanding of what makes the Three Stooges funny.
And I laughed along, too.
This afternoon Max, Boo and I were playing in Boo's room. The futon on the floor has become a favorite place for the boys to tumble around. Mother that I am, I'm partial to its cushioning effect. Today Max created a new trick. Standing near the futon with his back to it, he began to balance on one leg. Then he extended his hands out to his sides, tilted his body to the left, and began to flail his arms in a mock attempt to remain vertical. Finally succumbing to gravity, Max fell sideways onto the mat with a laugh.
And Boo, ever the dutiful audience for his big brother, erupted into giggles.
So up popped Max to try another position. This time he fell backwards, his feet folding over his head like a hinged door. Boo Boo burst into hysterics.
On and on they went, Max perfecting backwards kamikaze dives and Boo egging him on with sheer delight. My little men--they evidently have in their genetic code an understanding of what makes the Three Stooges funny.
And I laughed along, too.
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