Big Kid caught a glimpse of the new blog header over my shoulder and asked to see it. After he admired the look and checked again to make sure I was kidding about my empathy for baby-eating hamsters, he asked if he could read a few posts. I let him read the last few G rated entries, mostly things his brother has said.
"Mom, this is hilarious!" he said, with genuine laughter. "Oh my god, so funny. Hey, mom? Will you teach me to be funny? Like, to write funny blogs?"
Beaming with joy, I tried to enlighten him, "Of course I will! You are very funny! You just have to write casually, like the way you speak and you have to look for the funny angle in every situation. Just start getting your thoughts down on paper--"
"No, I mean the spacing."
"I think the spacing is what makes you funny. Like, the paragraph breaks? Can you teach me that?"
"The...spacing? Makes me funny?"
"Yes, you have to teach me how to do that. Please!"
The spacing makes me funny. The empty space between my words is what is so amusing. My talent is in the blank spots.