Pun Times

There are times when you have nothing to add to an already perfect moment.  When you get to sit back and appreciate the spectacle before you, a simple audience member enjoying a work of art.  Today, I had that moment.  Today, I watched my wife embrace her inner corn and unleash a pun for the ages.

I enjoy making my wife roll her eyes with corny humor.  It is the way of things—I have a son to raise, after all.  Generally, the puns in our house travel in a strictly one-way direction.  But earlier this week, my wife took me be surprise when she unveiled a pun of her own making that rivals anything I have ever come up with.

Being the kind soul she is, she provided a big selection of s’more themed items for her coworkers.  But her presenting the idea to me is where I saw her true greatness.  Brace yourself: she called it the s’mores-gasbord.

I know, right?  It’s a close call on if I was prouder of her in that moment or our son when he took his first steps.

That, however, was not the moment of perfection.  No, that came later.  My wife and her mother videochat on a weekly basis because they have a wonderful relationship and we live in an era where technology is basically wizardry.  I mention this because it allowed us to witness her mother’s reaction when my wife revealed her true punistry. 

To say her mother’s reaction was exquisite does not do it justice.  Not since Caeser uttered the words, “Et tu, Brute?” has there been such a palpable sense of betrayal.  This poor woman has raised four sons and is no stranger to the pun.  Her daughter had been an oasis of standards in a storm of corn, but the power of the pun cannot be denied.

She came.  She saw.  She conquered.

I Love her so much.