My son likes to sing songs and say nursery rhymes. Yesterday, Anthony was trying to get our son to say Baa, Baa Black Sheep so he would sit still while Anthony put on his shoes. In case you need a refresher, here's how it goes:
Baa, Baa Black Sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes Sir, yes Sir,
Three bags full.
One for the Master,
And one for the Dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.
He said it once through correctly. Then he asked our son to say it with him. Anthony said, "Baa, Baa Black Sheep, have you any wool? Yes Sir, yes Sir, three bags full. One for the master, and one for the lame...lame...lame?..."
I butted in and corrected him. Then I shouted out "One for the lame!?!" (the kind of shout like, "Did you really just say that?") and we both burst into hysterical laughter. You know, the kind that makes your stomach and cheeks hurt from laughing so hard and makes you cry. (I just want to clarify that we weren't laughing because we think "lame" people are something to be laughed at.) And that is exactly what I was talking about earlier. We are totally able to laugh at one another and ourselves.
The funny thing is, it rhymes and could easily make sense within the rhyme. I told Anthony that maybe the Black Sheep is a budding philanthropist and gave a fourth bag to the lame. They just couldn't fit all four bags into the rhyme, but the information was later released in "Black Sheep: The E! True Barnyard Story".
Wow, it's time for this post to end. The jokes are getting lame. ;)
Sincerely,
The Comedian
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