I also remember the first time my mother realized he had a sense of humor- she was playing with some beans that fell out of a bean-bag; pushing them without touching them and laughing. John stood next to her and said, “I guess you are particularly repulsive today.” My mom put her shaking head on the counter and said, “John, that’s the first time I’ve heard you be funny; why’d it have to be about me?”

I love him and he loves me, that’s what’s important. We don’t always understand each other, but we respect our differences. It’s a good thing.

Keep being goofy, and he’ll keep shaking his head, but you’ll both survive.