Did I ever tell you guys about my sixth birthday? That was the year I wanted a pie thrown in my face. Because I had learned, by watching the television, that a pie in the face was the ultimate in funny. That was the upper echelon of humor. Odd how I wanted the pie in my face, instead of doing the throwing of the pie at someone else. Maybe I understood, even then, to get humor, you had to occasionally be the but of it. Of course, my mom did it. She smacked me, gently, in the face with a portion of a banana cream pie. Some of it was set aside for eating, of course. And you know what? FUNNY! Totally and completely funny! And delicious.
I wish I had pictures of it.