Something my niece wrote reminded me of a little incident on one of our camping trips. It was a prime example of someone taking me seriously when they clearly shouldn't have.
We were doing the laundry in a very modern laundromat. There was a cute little girl running around, smiling and chatting with everyone. When she got to me and smiled, I gestured to the washing machine door and said, "You want to go for a ride?" She came back with an excited, enthusiastic, "Yes!" She was ready to climb into the machine for a whirl. Clearly not one of my kids.
My kids know how to take me. We were cycling along the Raisin River in Ontario. I announced to the gang, "This river used to be called the Grape River back when there was a whole lot more water in it." All I got out of my daughter, who was five at the time, was a raised eyebrow.
I can't help myself, by the way. From telling people on a windy day in college that the fountains were turned off because the pool was full, to telling a supervisor that we shouldn't have made a desk shaped like a boomerang because the customer kept sending it back, these things keep coming out of my mouth unprovoked. If you don't understand something I wrote, it might just be some obscure joke funny only to me.
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