I’m not very good at telling jokes. I always mess them up or have to think too hard. Because of this, my mom says I’m the least funniest person in our family. She’s disgusted with how unfunny she thinks I am. She even puts us in order: “Your brother Thomas is first, then your brother Matthew, then me, then your father . . . then you.” She always puts herself right in the middle! It makes me sad. I can be the life of the party! I’m charismatic! I can carry a joke!
p.s. I love you mom! (Editor’s Note: I added this here for Liz’s sake.)
p.p.s. This is Liz, one of my favorite students from Pius XI High School. I assure you: she is very funny! (Sorry, mom. You’re wrong.)