Opticanicus

I have a teen boy. No, let me rephrase that. I have a surly teen boy. Yes, he has a sense of humor, and I’m sure he laughs among his friends, but mom and dad are rarely funny. On weekends, when it is time to clean house, he goes about with such a scowl on his face. One would think his face would crack if he smiled.

Agent K, Men In Black III

Agent K, Men In Black III

I realize this is all a part of being a teenager, but every now and then I hit the point where I’ve had enough surliness for one day. Today was one of those days. I’ve always believed laughter is the best medicine. I just had to figure out how to get him to take it.

How, you ask? Well, in this case, I had to approach things with his sense of humor – dry and deadpan.

Me: You weren’t feeling well the other day and you’ve been complaining of headaches every now and then. I think I know what’s wrong.

Teen boy: What?

Me: You’ve got “Opticanicus”. You have all the classic textbook symptoms. I’m no doctor, but that’s what it sounds like to me. 

Teen boy: Huh???

Me: Yeah… Unfortunately, if I’m right, they can only correct it surgically. They have to sever the optic nerve you’ve got connected to your anus so you get rid of your crappy outlook on life.

Magic. His surly mood broke and I got a smile. 🙂

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~ by Duch on June 2, 2013.

One Response to “Opticanicus”

  1. Go Mom!

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