The following week my husband had the idea that the boys might enjoy The Three Stooges. I have to admit, I was skeptical. Would they understand these films – in black and white and now nearly a century old – and would the literal slapstick translate to these digital natives?
I need not have worried.
They were hooked from the first shovel to the head and subsequent pratfall. Peals of laughter from all three of my boys, old and young, rang out in front of the TV. A few old-fashioned things required explanation - Phones with cords, hairpieces, leather football helmets – but Larry, Curly, and Moe (and later on, Shemp) did not disappoint. I found myself giggling along with the boys as the Stooges tumbled their way through life, somehow landing on their feet, running off into the sunset together, giant, floppy pants held up miraculous by rope.
Spicy Foods are Awesome
This might be a hot take – pun intended – but when I was growing up, my family kept a giant container of pepperoncini peppers in our refrigerator. My whole family would pluck a few of these pale green beauties out for after-school or work snacks, and sometimes you’d get a particularly killer one. So good. My mouth waters just a little bit even now writing about it. My Dad’s chili was held in high regard and a touch of fear, even, for its impact on those not accustomed to its heat level. When I met my father-in-law, he and I bonded over our love of the hot stuff, a penchant that his family (including my husband) could not comprehend.