My son Noah has a fairly strong sarcasm streak inserted into his sense-of-humor.  He delights in his ability to deliver rapid-fire quips.  In the last six months or so Noah has taken great glee in posting some of his sarcastic quips on my Facebook page.  These quips often amuse others…sometimes they likewise amuse me…most days they are pretty darn funny.

I think his sarcastic sense-of-humor is partially a byproduct of his family unit – not that the rest of us can even hold a candle to his speed or vigor in quips – but, we all are fairly adept at laughing at ourselves.  And never fear, if an opening is left and a quip is deserved, Noah will deliver it.  So what is there to do but laugh?  Sometimes he is so sharp that you pretty much have to give him a laugh as props for a job well-done. We all give the sarcasm back to Noah whenever we can, but rarely can we produce at the level he can and even when we can our stamina is short-lived.

Yesterday, in a telephone discussion about my so-called “dating” life Noah evidenced concern for someone who he thought might fall prey to my wiles (which he doesn’t call wiles but instead refers to as my “evil spell”) .  He asked me if the gentlemen in question had a safety whistle.  Yes, you heard that right.  He wanted to know if he had a safety whistle – you know – the product children should have handy so they can produce a loud noise to alert others of stranger danger.  Noah thinks all single men in my vicinity need a safety whistle so that they can signal for help if needed.  Apparently, I am that big a danger to society. I must say, it is difficult to be indignant at the startling mental image of a city full of safety whistle wearing single men when you are trying not to laugh.  I had to concede on the spot – that was a really good quip.

So, if you are a single man within the general vicinity of my wiles (a.k.a. – evil spell) – don’t forget your safety whistle – if nothing else, Noah will come running and I will laugh my fanny off. 😉

Day four hundred and twenty-two of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C