One of my favorite things to do in the world is make people laugh. Sometimes it becomes a challenge to try and make someone that doesn’t necessarily appreciate my sense of humor crack up. I’ll keep at it until I find something that works because gosh darn it I want you to think I’m funny.
My mother is my toughest audience. She is quite funny herself and she makes me laugh often, sometimes unintentionally. I don’t go out of my way to make her laugh because it’s pointless. She just doesn’t “get” my sense of humor. Often times it’s a language barrier. If I’m not being funny in Spanish she misses the nuances of my humor in English.
Every once in awhile, I am blessed to hear her laugh as a result of something that I said and I have to say it feels pretty good and I cherish those moments. One such moment happened when she had been visiting us in San Francisco awhile back. You should know my mom farts a lot. You should also know that she pronounces farts as “farks”. I have lots of “fark” stories involving my mom dating as far back as I can remember.
Anyway, I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth and I heard my mother surreptitiously fart in another room. I’m pretty sure everyone in the house heard her fart, but she and everyone else were pretending like it hadn’t happened. I’m so used to my mom farting that for me it’s really no big deal, but I knew she was trying to be stealth and I couldn’t help myself. When she walked by me I said, “I don’t know why people say there is a shortage of gas when you have so much.” (Except I said it in Spanish.)
The was a moment of silence where it felt like it could go either way: she could take it as a joke or she could get really irritated with me for making fun of her. She looked me straight in the eye and held my gaze for what felt like an eternity, then burst into glorious laughter. I really felt like I had accomplished something that day: I made my mother laugh.