In Which I Explain the Rules of Pooball

Column day… actually, Day After Column Day. Between my brother’s birthday, a few unexpected errands and the ongoing process of packing, I didn’t have much time to get to the computer last night. So here is yesterday’s column, which is all about the virtues of laughter. And inventing silly sports.

Humour helps me stay afloat some days. After all, you can’t spell “function” without “fun.”

It helps that my children are very funny. If you read this blog on a regular basis, you know one of my favourite things to do is report the ridiculous things we say to each other. Just at bedtime alone last night, Oscar and I had the following exchanges:

Me: Actually, a book would make a lousy parachute.

Him: What’s this stuff all over my pillow?
Me: Oh yeah, I keep forgetting to clean up that blood.

Him: You know, I can run faster than the speed of light. Dad,  can we ride on a supersonic jet soon?

Tonight he asked me a “French math question: What’s bonjour plus bonjour?”



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