I was cooking dinner and the smoke alarm went off. I went to find my kids and they were washing their hands. I said, “Didn’t you hear that noise?” My daughter said, “Yes. It was the smoke detector. It means dinner is ready.”
Well what should I expect from a comedian’s kids? All of my kids are very funny. They make make me laugh hard – a lot. I love that. Sometimes, you just need a good gut laugh. It does wonders for the soul.
My other grandma never once asked me about my grades. No biggie. It wouldn’t have made a difference anyway. I was one of the kids who was either bored with school or dumb as a sack of hammers. I don’t know which it was and it really didn’t matter. My grades were pretty lousy from seventh grade on through high school.
I remember bringing one text book home from school in junior high and I swear I still have it. I did well on tests but I didn’t care to do the homework assignments. When I got home it was time to play baseball or football. Nothing else mattered. Homework? Are you kidding me? I just didn’t care. I loved the kids I knew and making them laugh. That was most important to me.
And of course there was a special girl that drew me to the campus each day. Things didn’t work out, but it was nice to hang out during parts of the day. Look, some kids are smart and some are not. Some are cute and some are not. They all deserve love and affection. It shapes their future.
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