Today is my son’s birthday. I’m going to deviate from my normal weekly quote to honor Eric with jokes (because he tells terrible ones).
Q: What party game do rabbits like to play?
A: Musical Hares!
Q: What did the bald man say when he got a comb for his birthday? (dedicated to Eric’s dad)
A: Thanks. I'll never part with it!
Q: Why did the birthday cake go to the doctor?
A: Because it was feeling crumby!
Q: Why did the boy put candles on the toilet?
A: He wanted to have a birthday potty!
Q: Why did the boy feel warm on his birthday?
A: Because people kept toasting him!
Q: What does a clam do on his birthday? (dedicated to Eric’s sister)
A: He shellabrates!
Q: What do you tell a lion on his birthday?
A: It's roar birthday!
Q: What did the Teddy Bear say when he was offered dessert?
A: No thanks. I'm stuffed.
Q: Where do you find a birthday present for a cat? (dedicated to our cat, Natasha)
A: In a cat-alogue!
Yes, these are the types of jokes Eric tells.
I also am honoring Eric because he lives and breathes the spirit of my website and regular blog: In everything we do we believe in pushing through boundaries and the edges of limitation. We believe the way to push through boundaries is to share ideas and stories. Eric’s story is one of inspiring persistence and discipline toward his aspiration as a professional runner. His website eric running gives a peek into his push through obstacles. His dad, sister and I are very, very proud of him.
I tried to blog about Eric but couldn’t get the words right. Instead we have a story about a caiman and a guy you’ll meet named Wagner. Here’s a snippet:
On one of the first days out as a new member of the crew, Wagner joins the men on a drive into the rainforest. Their truck halts, the men spill out of it and they are alongside a riverbank where they come face-to-face with a 7-foot black caiman, lying stone-still in a patch of sunshine. In the U.S, we are more familiar with alligators, but in Central and South America they are called caiman, notably distinct from their alligator cousins because they have longer, more slender teeth.
“It’s Avo!” one of the men calls out (grandfather in Portuguese).
“A grandfather...’ Wagner thinks. The caiman isn’t moving. Wagner strides over to it and stands a few feet behind its tail. Avo lies motionless; his four feet nestled into the undergrowth, his eyes open by a mere slit.
Wagner takes a step nearer..
You know something’s going to happen!
See you tomorrow!