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I was about 7 or so and MiddleFingerMomSis had brought her BF home from college
for Sunday dinner so that he could meet her (our) parents.
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I don't know how many times I was told by how many people that I had BETTER be
on my best behavior.
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They all knew much better than to do that. They really did.
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Someone told a "polite" joke. Mildly funny. Chuckles all around.
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It was my moment.
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"What does Superman say when he flushes the toilet?"
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My sister turned pale white.
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"See ya later, Super-poop!!!"
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My sister started crying for Mom to "do something about him!!!"
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My Mom was banishing me upstairs to my room.
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My little brother and Dad were staring at their plates, doing a
not-very-subtle job of desperately trying not to laugh.
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I and my sister's BF were laughing our asses off... helpless in
the grip of that stupid stupid hilarious formal dinner poop joke.
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Worth it. Worth every no-dessert-bedroom-banishment moment.
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Like Steve Martin in "The Jerk"... I had found my special purpose.
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