wooden spoons and comedy
beat the funny into you
At the end of my daughter’s birthday party as family members were leaving, my sister and I demonstrated what it was like to be chased by our mother with a wooden spoon.
We did this for our children.
One, so that the could see how nice it was not to get hit by pieces of wood and two so they could see how ridiculous our mother would get when she was angry. My sister told the story of one of the last times my mom used the wooden spoon on me. We acted it out as a routine.
The routine involved rummaging through a drawer, finding a suitable kitchen weapon, with me chasing my sister in circles through the kitchen, dining room, living room and hall way before looping back into the kitchen again all while smacking the spoon demonstratively menacingly on every tall surface we passed.
In the real version, I paused to scoop a pair of shoes, ran out the door and down the driveway only returning several hours later. It was funny then and it is still funny now.
We all had a good laugh together.