Dripping

Sarcasm can be greatly overused to the point that I will avoid people for whom sarcasm is their first, and only, language. It can be unkind and condescending, especially if misunderstood. That being said, I enjoy a quip dripping sarcasm here and there.

Cody and Carter know sarcasm and have dabbled with it. We have talked about what it is and when it is best used. Like most things, there is a time and a place.

The other night as I walked past Carter’s open bedroom door, I glance in to see him, damp hair from swimming, stretched out comfortably on the floor reading a book. Next to him lay his crumpled, wet pool towel.

I reverse a few steps and lay it on thick, voice a pitch higher, threaded with excitement.

“Oh Carter!” He looks up, interested. “I can’t wait to see where you put your towel,” and then I continued walking.

He catches up to me heading into the backyard, towel in hand.

“Oh mamma!” his voice like sunshine. “I can’t wait to see where you put your sarcasm.”

(When I inquired about where I should put my sarcasm,  he smiled and told me that the trashcan would be a good place.)

About Shoes

I am an elementary school teacher, a former microbiologist, a mom to a herd of two boys, and a grilled cheese sandwich and beer connoisseur.
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5 Responses to Dripping

  1. Rivergirl says:

    Oscar Wilde said, “Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit but the highest form of intelligence,” I don’t know if he’s right, but it’s my bread and butter.
    😉

  2. Wow! Stinker! But a clever one!

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