A guest post by my Sweet Boy
My sister’s 
lilting giggle. My mom’s dry and low laugh. Gasping in reverse. And weeping. My laughter, too. Occasionally someone falls off a chair. It’s my Dad. He makes us laugh every day.
My mom scolds. Wildly inappropriate. But she is laughing, too. We all are. Out of shock perhaps. Impersonations. Bits from television or movies. His own cast of characters. They appear and reappear. Over the top. In full character. A method comedian.
Guests come and they ask, is it always like this here? Do we laugh like this every night? Yes, we answer. And they look at us, sometimes with disbelief. I am sad for them. We are a family who love to laugh. We are all funny, but my dad is the star. A joke for everything. The quickest wit. Practical jokes.
One of his college classmates once spilled a pint of beer on himself when he fell for the donkey jaw joke. A classic. We all fall for it, too. We love the good jokes and the bad jokes.
My mom makes similar attempts, without success. She struggles to get through the joke, and is laughing before she gets to the end. We can appreciate her parodies of songs, though. She’s more entertaining than funny.
My sister is funny, too. Her jokes are sinister. More mock scolding from Mom. Dad, proud. A daughter with a dark sense of humor, a British wit.
And me? I don’t know. I’m part of the scene. A bit like Mom, a bit like Dad. I suppose I’m playful.
It’s really Dad at the center. Center stage. Making us all laugh. A silly life. A happy life.
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