We’re at Bren’s baseball game, with our backs to the high-school girls’ softball team. Behind us: PING!, then “Heads up!” A fluorescent yellow softball rockets over the backstop behind us, over our heads, and slams into the fence around the ball field in front of us.
“Wow!” I say.
“They shouldn’t say, ‘Heads up,'” says Gabe, “because if you stick your head up …” — and he extends his neck as high as it will go — “… you have a better chance of getting hit by the ball.”
I smile and nod. “Maybe they should say, ‘Duck and cover!'” I suggest.
“Yeah,” says Gabe, “and then it’s like you grab a little kid to duck under!” … and he laughs and laughs.
2 thoughts on “Gabe’s Twisted Sense of Humor”
Cute. I always did like the way he thinks! LOL
The Y chromosome. Boys, boys, boys…gotta love em!