Why my humor has gotten me in trouble so much.

 My sense of humor is ......odd.

I've gotten my self in so much trouble over the years because of it.

heh.

And that is just what I can confess too bawaaahahahahaha.

One such tale I can retell happened in the front yard the summer of  1975.  I was 9 and a free range lunatic. 

Remember these?

Our mother forbade us from eating them due to hearing rumors that they pulled out children's teeth.

Urban legend, tall tale, the truth? I have never known.

My older brother would get them from B-Street market and then consume them in front of us younger kids. He wouldn't share. He, after all was 11. The 11 was so new the smoke from his candles was still wafting in the air.

Occasionally he would bribe us with licks so we wouldn't nark on him to Mama.

It wasn't long before I hatched a plan that had me giggling every time I thought about it. My idea just taunted my funny bone to no end. 

It was so feindishly simple.

I raided the jar of baby teeth and got three molars out of it. 

Waited until I got my hands on his astro pop and while his attention drifted...applied all three in a nice little pattern and stuck the pop back in my mouth.

When I was ready and got his attention. I groaned/ouched and put my hand to my mouth and pulled out the astro pop and stared in surprised pain/horror at it.

It didn't go as planned.

Instead of laughing, he turned the most ghastly shade of white and his jaw dropped. He instantly glanced to the house to made sure Mama wasn't watching and then very concernedly put his arm around me to comfort me. I'm sure he was frantically trying to come up with a plausible story to get him out of this pickle.

"Nah I'm just kiddin' see?" I opened my mouth and pulled back my cheek. Then laughed.

He didn't find it all funny and I never got licks of his astro pops again.

That taught me that if I get an idea that is laughing-my-butt-off-funny I need to run it by someone older/more mature. To keep my self out of trouble/jail.