An old friend of mine posted the following question on Facebook:
"Why are kids obsessed with whoopie cushions--after three or four times, how can that be funny any more"
To which I replied:
Methinks repetition is some form of positive reinforcement for kids. We do the same thing as adults; we just space it out over longer spans of time. How often do we tell a story of an incident that happened long ago but still has the power to keep us in stitches?
I'd never thought about it before, but good memories are our whoopie cushions. But I wonder: Does that make the less-happy ones scabs we keep picking at?
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That is certainly a thought to ponder. It's great how you were able to take a life lesson out of childhood prank. I must agree about what you said, there is always a child in each of us even as we get old.
Thanks, DC! I find that I come into odd bits of clarity in the late hours of the night/early hours of the morning. Ah, insomnia!
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