The Christmas Conversation at my House
Ainslie (age 3): Alex! Alex! Sing “Jingle Bells Batman Smells!”
Alex (Age 6 1/2): (complies)
Mom (to my brother, Scott): Wonder where he got that?
Scott: I didn’t do it!
Mom: Oh, yeah? It was your favorite..
Scott: School kids, kids in the neighborhood…
Me: (completely believing him) Seriously. An entire generation later and the kids can’t come up with anything better than “Jingle Bells Batman Smells?”
Scott: Guess not.
This reminded me of a day my freshman year of high school. I had been passing notes in Geometry with my friend, Todd. He wrote out an entire dirty joke on a piece of notebook paper that (of course) fell out of my back pack when I got home. I don’t remember what the joke was.
My mother grabbed it, read it and handed it to my father. As I thought I was about to be scolded, I prepared for battle. But my father said, “I’ve got news for you, kid. I heard that joke when I was in high school.” My mother said, “I didn’t hear it until college. When your father told it to me.”
I grabbed my stuff and went to my room, totally disgusted.