Homan

Sometimes Chris likes to act out parts of his favorite movie of all time, ok, well, one of them: the Stepford Wives. He likes to pretend that he is a robot and will do whatever I say. I like to take advantage of this by either telling him to get in the kitchen and do the dishes like a good Stepford wife, or by somehow entrapping him in some kind of activity that a robot would not do. Yes, living with Chris is pretty much Romper Room 24 seven (i.e., lots of silly fun.) This time, I was able to convince him he was not a robot by tickling him.

“Robots aren’t ticklish, Chris.”
“Ok, I am only homan.”
“Homan?”
“Yeah, I am alive, I am a homan.”
Uproarious laughter, then...
“Uh, I think you mean ‘human’. Do you know what a ‘ho’ is?”
“A prostitute?”
“Yes, so you can imagine what ‘homan’ must sound like to me?”
“Oh. Is ‘ho’ the same root used in the word ‘horrible’?”

I think he’s funniest when he’s not really trying.