Practical Jokesters Run in Families

After reading the Barefoot’s article : Fun at the Pharmacy, I found myself reflecting on the time that my adult daughter attempted to place two Kool-Aid packages on layaway at our local Walmart. An odd sense of pride welled up inside me and I began to reflect on how she came to become the type of person who would play such a practical joke.

I have come to the conclusion that practical jokesters run in families. My daughter learned from me; I learned from my father. I never knew my paternal grandfather, but I assume that must be where my father and his siblings learned this behavior.

When I was growing up, I observed the adults in my life attempting to one-up each other all the time. My parents and their friends ran a stock car racetrack and this is where I spent a lot of time growing up. The group at the racetrack was one big family and you could always find someone setting up a practical joke. The ones I remember the most involve “horse biscuits” and “Crisco ice cream.” Disgusting, yes, but very memorable.