We used to say “idiotic bird brain!”

Ok, so the last two posts I wrote were pretty heavy, deep and as some put it (which I am completely flattered by), “inspiring”.  So I decided to lighten the mood a little this time:

Older son says to younger son: “Look what I made,”  and shows him a leather wallet.

Younger son asks, “What is it?”

Older son sarcastically answers, “A dildo man, what do you think?”

Younger son responds, “Nice, I want one”

Older son, “A dildo?”

They break out laughing, “No, a wallet!!”

Life in my house is full of moments like these.  Dry, dark humor, and witty, sarcastic comebacks; all of which they’ve learned from their father.

The great thing is that while I grew up in a household where my brothers and I insulted each other with the typical “stupid jerk” or, if we wanted to sound more intelligent than the other, “idiotic bird brain” and in the end were infuriated with each other and finished up by chasing one another or throwing a shoe or something, my kids, on the other hand, can insult each other in such a manner that they end up laughing at and with each other.

In our house all insults are up for grabs, from “fatty” to “dumbass”.  We have managed to take out the power of hurt and insult from words and turned them into terms of endearment.  Ok, well maybe not completely, but an insult in our house, is not really an insult.  And while it often frightens the boys’ friends at first, by their second visit to the house they’ve come to understand that it’s all in fun.

For instance, my younger son went looking for leftover chicken only to discover that it was all gone.  He knew his dad was the last to eat dinner so he called to him from the kitchen and said,

“Damn dad, you’re such a fat ass!”

This was then followed by laughter from the two of them.

I am inclined to believe that if a therapist walked into our home and heard all of this, as I’m sure many of you are thinking while reading this, that we have a rather dysfunctional family and are emotionally scarring our children.

Dysfunctional, perhaps, but emotionally scarring them, highly doubtful, but I’ll be sure to double check with them to set everyone at ease.  Not that I’m worried about it though, I mean, if they were emotionally scarred, I don’t think I would have witnessed my boys struggling  in the kitchen over a wallet as crackers go flying all over the floor, a mop is used as a defensive weapon, and my eldest son yelling, “Moooommm!  Come pound your son before I smite him!”  Yet, all the while, they were laughing hysterically.

At the end of the day, what I call normal and what you call normal, are two completely different things…and I’m ok with that. In the meantime, this family here, will keep on laughing and making fun of each other, ‘cuz that’s what we’re good at!

Warning: Be careful not to get caught in our crossfire, cuz it won’t be pretty!!

Peace Out!

-Natasha Olivera

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