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.