Sometimes I wish P were still around to make me laugh - for his funny little sounds and his continuing jokes or understanding of our mutual jokes. The man was hilarious and made me funnier, too. We fed off each other.
J and I were listening to the radio the other day. In the milieu of five people talking at once during the morning show, one made a noise that reminded J of P. J exclaimed, "Did you hear that? It sounded like P!" I said I didn't and asked what sound. He replied, "Doh?" My son doesn't think of Homer Simpson with a good "doh?" He thinks of P.
I miss many sounds and expressions. He called J a knucklehead, but not any normal knucklehead, it was more like a knucklehEEEEAAd, almost like an evangelist [insert verb for P's version - none describe: shouting, sing songing, raspily exclaiming, humorously leering, sillily hissing, whatever] "hEEEEAAl." He changed many words to have odd inflections which became normal parts of his speech. There are a plethora of examples, but it sure is hard to write out sounds. Sometimes I can still hear his fake "I'm so sexy" porn come hither sound and cream my panties.
What brought this post up was a conversation I had with J yesterday. He said that his dad declared the other evening that Baby Sister would play baseball when she gets bigger. J actually said that he and Ex's New Wife looked at each other and said that girls play softball.
Oh, to ride a child to make up for your own deficiencies...
P would be getting a good chuckle out of this one. Ex wants kid #2 to use all the equipment that kid #1 used and has now abandoned after over-buying dad insisted that kid #1 overstay his welcome in a sport not suited for him - something P and I figured was due to all the equipment that ex had purchased, because ex sucked at baseball and he desperately wanted J to be good. I'll admit, though, that I came to ex's defense and reminded J that lots of girls played on teams with him, especially the 5-7 age range, so maybe she'll start with baseball and see where she wants to go after that.
A note for record:
Ex: I agreed with him for once if only for the feminist-ish right of girls to choose between base- and softball. (I fully realize both are patriarchial, so it's a moot point anyway.)
P: laughing and fucking. Two things I still miss about him. (In other words, fuck patriarchial. Literally. Loudly.)
Rave on, sister! I'm watching you.
It's too bad you can't give to Fester P's sense of humor. Men should definetly make you funnier and not sadder...
J recognizing the sounds of P's "doh" is pretty perceptive. I remember once when M. was still going back and forth between England and here. The-Boy heard a song on the radio by an English band and was convinved that it was M. singing it. *I* never even put the connection together that the singer was English - The-Boy just recognized his pronunciation on a few words and put 2 and 2 together. I think he was 6 at the time. Sometimes they are a lot smarter than we give them credit for... Of course it wasn't M. singing the song, but still - he was English.
That might have made more sense in my head...
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