Self-Censorship

In real life, I curse a lot. I also have a dark sense of humor. I'm so used to censoring myself that most people I know professionally probably think I'm quite humorless.

Yesterday when we were driving down the street we saw a fire truck parked by the side of the street. Sunny, who has a creative explanation for everything, said he thought the fire truck was washing off a telephone pole that had gotten dirty from a fire. I offered an alternate explanation: "it's probably blasting a kitten out of the tree with a firehose." My husband and I starting laughing. Sunny said, "MOM! DAD! Don't laugh! It's not funny! THE KITTEN COULD GET HURT!"

I apologized. I need to watch myself a bit more carefully!

My own dad is always saying stuff like that. In fact, he calls our dog "Hot Dog" and threatens to cook and eat him every time the dog wanders into our kitchen. The joke stopped being funny about four years ago... we just ignore it nowadays.

Speaking of Ojiichan, he should be visiting soon. He can't wait to meet Sunny!

Speaking of our dog, he still hasn't fully accepted Sunny. He won't run to Sunny for comfort. But sometimes on the couch, he'll sneak up behind Sunny and lick his ear.