"Humour is a form of modesty,a way of not describing things, of touching on them delicately, with a wink. Humour is both mask and discretion, a shelter where one can hide."
~Robert Doisneau 1912-1994
I love this quote. I think it sums up what the blogging/photography world is about. To communicate at a distance and with discretion our lives. Humour keeps things in perspective when I tend to take things too seriously. The Bible says a "A merry heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit dries up the bone" (Proverbs something).
And so here is my true humorous story. I need to send this one out to Readers Digest. I call it:
I recently took my four daughters to the mall. When Mom had enough of clothing stores and glittered "tweener" accessories we headed upstairs to get some ice cream. It did not take long for my naturally rascally and dare-devil girls to hatch up, in hushed giggly whispers, the hilarious plan to lob pieces of torn napkins over the restaurant's over-look wall. Pegging a shuffling vacant-eyed shopper being the chief aim, or course. We were sitting in the balcony section of the ice cream parlour; a half glass partition near our table. Spying all of this, out of the corner out of my om ni- present, all-seeing Mom eye, I said deliberately and loudly,
"You girls better knock it off, the mall cop might see and get you. He hates when kids throw things over the balcony."
My oldest froze, mid-lob, "naught ah Mom!"
"I promise, there really are mall cops."
She looked at me, wild-eyed, disbelieving.
She continued to stare. That tortured, puzzled, kid face; trying to decipher if Mom was "for real" or kidding around. I could tell by the squint in her eye she did not believe me. I was also trying to figure out why my usually pretty sharp nine year old was so blown away by the idea of there being a mall cop?
The throwing of paper came to a halt. We attempted to get un-sticky, paid the bill, and drove home. Not more than five minutes into our drive my daughter erupted with a sudden:
"Ohh…I get it…Mall cop…cuz we were at the mall!"
"Yeah…?" I prompted, still not understanding where the confusion lay. She grinned a toothy, sheepish grin.
"I thought you meant MAUL…like a cop was going to MAUL us for throwing paper at people".
After my laughter subsided, I could only shake my head and think:
Well, at least she has a good vocabulary.