Me: Thanks so much for using your blinker. Oh and thanks again for getting in my lane and slowing down. Much appreciated.
Tornado E: Mommy, why are you thanking him? You’re not happy.
Kid, Mommy has road rage issues. And if I can’t use sarcasm, you would have an impressive adult vocabulary.
Me: (sigh) I’m not happy with the driver in front of us. So I am using sarcasm. I should just let it go.
Tornado E: Mommy, what’s sarcasm?
The parenting teacher would say it’s Latin for little cuts. Every time you use sarcasm you are nicking the person’s soul with a word like a razor to skin.
Me: Well, it’s a device for humor. You say one thing, but you really mean another. Like how I thank this person when I want to tell this driver that his driving stinks and is dangerous to us.
A pondering silence.
Tornado E: So if I say, “yum, this broccoli tastes good,” and I don’t like it, is that sarcasm?
Me: Only if you mean it as a joke. And if it’s at home. You have to tell Grandma’s and Grandma-Great’s cooking is yummy even if you don’t like it. They worked hard to cook for you.
Tornado E: I know, Mommy. What if I say, “sitting in the backseat is fun?”
The force is strong in this one. He will fit perfectly in our clan of jokesters, pranksters, storytellers, and tricksters.
Me: Yes, that’s good.
Me: Pick up your toys.
Tornado E: Oh, good. Picking up toys is fun. Mommy, that’s sarcasm.
Me: I got that.