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Rated: 13+ · Book · Emotional · #1967937
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#851376 added June 10, 2015 at 10:53pm
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A Little Yellow Butterfly
PROMPT: Is there someone in your life, or family, who is the source of comic relief? Is there a funny story to share? What or who would you write about if you wanted to get a 'for sure' laugh?


As soon as I read this prompt I thought of my Dad. He and I used to be our own comedy team, whether he wanted to be a part of it or not. I learned the 'art of sarcasm' from him and the whole world suffered. He has been gone since 1996 but I can think of a story that if you don't chuckle just a bit I would have your pulse checked. It is more of a funny hmmm than a funny haha, but it has made me smile for years...

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When my Dad would read the morning newspaper he was not to be disturbed. Don't try to have a conversation, don't make small talk, DO NOT disturb the "King" in the morning with his coffee and the paper. One morning, probably in the early nineties, he was seated at the end of the kitchen table with the paper spread out before him. I was at the counter across the room making toast and getting ready to butter it. As I sliced into the stick of butter, the knife I was using slipped and fell, at the same time the butter flew (I don't even know how) across the room and landed in the middle of the paper. I knew I was in deep trouble, I mean DEEP TROUBLE, without missing a beat or batting an eyelash I turned to my Dad, smiled and asked, "Did you see that little yellow butter fly?"

I was saved, cause my Dad was laughing so hard he couldn't yell at me...Boy, did I get lucky. But now, every time I see a little yellow butterfly I think of him and that moment.

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