Befitting a first grader?

Last week, Simon climbed into bed and farted on me.  A good one, too.  It’s a game we play with each other (I know, incredibly mature) along with what I will call “shove the other person into stuff at the grocery store” and “Do you know how I know you love Hanna Montana?”  What’s scary is that Simon, at age seven, is already developing a sense of humor very much like my own.  Silliness and sarcasm are always on the table and if you can poke fun at someone else’s foibles?  Perfect.

Simon and I at Wall Drug, somewhere in a Dakota

 

Who knew that a seven year old could get humor?  Case in point, yesterday Simon sent me the following email:

I got my check from the Fair. i got $1.20. It is bush leeg!

As a dad, I couldn’t be prouder.