My Gifted Family: My Quirky Sense of Humor and Their Emotional Sensitivities

Pranksters, jokesters and comedians. I grew up in a quirky family full of them, and we would continually try to outdo each other with the next great prank or joke. Even when we were the receiver of the joke, we would laugh, but were then determined to return the prank, but make it even funnier.

Now, as the mom of three gifted sons and a gifted husband, my family tradition of pranks, jokes and comedic behavior has drastically been curtailed. The emotional sensitivities and intensities of the gifted people in my house lowers the tolerance level to some of my greatest pranks. So, I had to tone it down for the collective gifted emotional sensitivities in my house.

But sometimes, I still went too far . . .

For Valentine’s Day, I sewed my husband a pair of boxers out of fabric heavily splattered with bright, vivid red, pink and lavender hearts and other such sentiments of love. I even had lace on the leg edges.

It was a sweet little gift meant to elicit a sweet little laugh.

My sons and I took that sweet gift and went a little farther with it by hiding those boxers in his brief case before he left for work. My husband returned the favor by stringing them to the bumper of my car, unbeknownst to me and the kids. This all became a months-long game we all enjoyed, but the ante kept being raised with each prank until the last one where it all ended on an emotional note.

I was scheduled to pick up my husband at the airport, a huge international airport, and I had the boxers with me. I got there early and went down to the baggage claim area. I stepped into the baggage claim office and explained with great detail to the workers the hilarious history of the Valentine boxers. I asked them if they would like to play along and of course they were all game.

My husband’s plane landed and about two hundred people clamored around the long baggage carousel as it lurched into its revolving task of presenting air travelers with their luggage. A few bags were retrieved before the baggage carousel stopped unexpectedly and a few audible mumbles of  aggravation were heard. Behind me, I could sense the large group of baggage claim workers watching and waiting.

The baggage carousel lurched forward again, but as each section of the conveyor belt came into view past the rubber curtains, each was empty of luggage.

Then it came.

The Valentine boxers placed with care for maximum visual impact began to roll around as the throng of travelers giggled and pointed. My husband, red-faced with a little visible steam, let them go past.  I can’t remember how many times the Valentine boxers took a ride around the entire loop of the carousel, but I had to eventually retrieve them because my husband refused to.

It was a great prank, right?


I went one step too far. And somehow, I was never able to find those Valentine boxers ever again.

I went too far when I hid one of my son’s mannequins (read more about Shem, the mannequin here) in his shower. I never dreamed when he threw open the shower curtain it would keep him from sleeping for a week or that he would refuse to use that shower ever again.

About the time one of my sons left for college, we got a new puppy. I jokingly, and I mean it was honestly jokingly, said we would miss him so we got a puppy. For the next two years, I could never understand why he hated that puppy, refused to acknowledge him. I said, “we got a puppy because we will miss you.” He heard, “we replaced you with a puppy.” Again, I went too far.

Those emotional intensities and sensitivities of my gifted family tripped me up every time. My repertoire is now reduced to only an occasional “BOO” while jumping out of a closet, or taking my husbands truck from the parking lot at work where he last left it and parking it elsewhere, or teasing my husband that he has a door ding on his perfect truck because it has to remain in pristine condition.

My quirky sense of humor and their emotional sensitivities — that’s my gifted family.


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18 Comments on “My Gifted Family: My Quirky Sense of Humor and Their Emotional Sensitivities

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  2. I needed this today!!! My sweet daughter is the most difficult human being for my husband and I because she is brilliant and simply gets annoyed with all of our antics. She appears to dislike us, but perhaps it’s our crazy behaviors instead. I guess when we pretend like we are going to kiss by sticking our tongues out is just too much, it puts her over the edge and she storms out of the room every time. We thought we were hilarious. I really needed to read this to realize that it’s part of her being a “gifted child”… Thank you for sharing!

    • Oh no, thank YOU for sharing your story. I am so relieved I am not the only one who does things I think are hilarious, but my children are horribly embarrassed or disgusted or scarred (not scared, I mean emotionally scarred, lol).

      Thanks, Stephanie!

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  4. Really loved the tale of the Valentines boxers!
    Our family has a really strange sense of humour too.When we are all together there is a great deal of laughing – usually as we play word games building on each others comments.
    The main crossing point between humour and sensitivities used to occur in relation to spiders. Some liked them and some were afraid of them. So cartoons, such as a picture of a huge hairy spider looming of a teddy bear, would be left warning about the location of spiders.
    Kind regards
    Jo, Sprite, Retweet and the White Poodle

  5. Oh my gosh…I’m dying laughing over here. I love pranks too, and my 6yo has inherited the love. Paybacks are brutal. 😉 Paula has a good point about the distinction. I’ll have to think on that too.

    Thanks for the chuckle!

  6. Hey, I hear you… my father didn’t get over Bob Dylan going electric until 1982.

  7. My husband’s family plays lots of jokes – like when a visitor comes for dinner, they will serve soup and only have forks on the table. Or when it comes time to eat my MIL’s yummy brownies, everyone in the family will eat them in complete synchronicity – it is really discombobulating when it is the first time you meet your in-laws and they play silly jokes on you.

    • Those jokes are great and that is so like what my family and I always did. And now I’m thinking I better tone my joke-playing down further because my older boys are of “marrying age” and I don’t want to earn the reputation of being the crazy in-law!

  8. Quite interesting. The interplay of sense of humor and sensitivity. This topic could be explored more, I think. I wonder if there’s a difference between playing pranks and having a sense of humor. For example, I don’t like it when pranks are played on me but I do think I have a sense of humor…This post has got me thinking! Thanks, Celi.

    • Paula, I don’t mind having the pranks done to me and I always thought it was because of my sense of humor–hmmmmm. Now, you’ve got me thinking. The ones in my family who are very sensitive do have a dry sense of humor, are very witty and can think of a clever reply to anything very quickly. Humor never seemed so complicated!

  9. Thanks for the humor, Celi! You would fit right in with our family’s love of pranks. But I see your point—perhaps there might be a time when our pranks will go too far for our sensibilities. But that hasn’t happened yet, thank goodness.

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