Growing up in the ’70s, there are certain comedy classics that are a part of my DNA. That is, quotes from a handful of iconic comedies are indelibly fixed in my head. One of those quotes is “… and don’t call me Shirley” whenever I hear someone say something like “Surely, that isn’t how it happened” or “Surely, you can’t be serious,” I can’t help but think:
Today was K-Man’s 3rd birthday. Three years ago on the 26th, we got an email about Keegan. An email. A freakin‘ email, people. When does someone learn about such a life-changing thing in an email. Anyway, today was three years on this planet for Keegan. This planet will never be the same.
Jen started a nice tradition last year of a birthday breakfast. We did that again this morning. Kee is very fond of biscuits, so Jen cooked some Pillsbury Grands in the oven for his special day. He loved it. We didn’t have any candles, so we used some long matches instead. Three of them planted in a Grand. Pure celebration!
The last three years with Keegan have been beyond life-changing. I thought that I could love him like I do, but it feels different than I thought it would. When he engages me, I see and hear nothing else. Nothing penetrates my hard outer shell like that boy’s voice.
Here’s a snippet of a recent bed-time “conversation” with mom. We’ve gotten into a decent routine of reading books and praying and “kisses all together” (which is Jen and I kissing him on each cheek at the same time. The kid comes unglued with glee. Love unfettered.)
(Jen was reading a new book of Five Minute Devotionals that Kerri Barfield recommended. The story involved a penguin and patience.)
Jen: See the penguin there?
K-Man: It’s Koko.
It looks like Koko, but it’s not Koko.
I want to watch Koko.
No, we can’t watch Koko now. Maybe later. See, the penguin is sitting on the egg.
No, he’s sitting on the egg, like when we have breakfast.
I want egg. I’m hungry.
No, you’re not hungry. You can eat tomorrow.
The moral of this story is that stories with morals don’t really register with three-year-olds.
But dang, that boy is hilarious.
In case you don’t happen to know the story about how we were blessed with Keegan, you can read the two-part story here:
Before he was Bentley on The Jeffersons, Paul Benedict was the Mad Painter on Sesame Street.
This is one of my favorite Mad Painter shorts that I remember growing up as a kid.
It’s Monday, so I decided we needed more humor. I like getting into the office early, but not because I am a morning person necessarily. Don’t judge me because I think this is funny. There’s plenty of other stuff you can judge me for.
More Monday humor: