A Conversation at the Grownup Table, as Imagined at the Kids’ Table

I’m not used to thinking of the New Yorker as funny, so either it’s changed a lot, or I’m now an old fart. Anyway, this is from The Wisdom of Children:

MOM: Pass the wine, please. I want to become crazy.

DAD: O.K.

GRANDMOTHER: Did you see the politics? It made me angry.

DAD: Me, too. When it was over, I had sex.

UNCLE: I’m having sex right now.

DAD: We all are.

MOM: Let’s talk about which kid I like the best.

DAD: (laughing) You know, but you won’t tell.

MOM: If they ask me again, I might tell.

FRIEND FROM WORK: Hey, guess what! My voice is pretty loud!

DAD: (laughing) There are actual monsters in the world, but when my kids ask I pretend like there aren’t.

MOM: I’m angry! I’m angry all of a sudden!

DAD: I’m angry, too! We’re angry at each other!

MOM: Now everything is fine.

DAD: We just saw the PG-13 movie. It was so good.

MOM: There was a big sex.

FRIEND FROM WORK: I am the loudest! I am the loudest!

(Everybody laughs.)

MOM: I had a lot of wine, and now I’m crazy!

GRANDFATHER: Hey, do you guys know what God looks like?

ALL: Yes.

GRANDFATHER: Don’t tell the kids.

3 Comments »

1. Not finding it funny. The old fart explanation won’t do, I’m an old fart too. :p

   Comment by Nicole — March 21, 2007 @ 14:34

2. I did like “How College Students Imagine the United States Government” though.

   Comment by Nicole — March 21, 2007 @ 14:36

3. Not finding it particularly funny. But I’m willing to concede that you are, in fact, an old fart.

   Comment by Todd — March 22, 2007 @ 13:20

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