Back in 2010 I wrote a post here about donuts. Specifically about a question I once asked my dad when I was around six years old: “When we eat donuts, what happens to the holes?”
My father’s wonderful answer: “The ghosts eat them.”
My father is no longer with us, and this is but one of many happy memories I have of his delightful way of seeing the world. This particular memory came back to me the other night because of a dream.
I don’t know about you, but I often have the experience of hearing a really funny joke in my dreams. Sometimes I remember thinking that I can’t wait until I wake up, so I can repeat this delightful joke for all my friends.
You can probably guess what happens next. On those occasions when I wake up actually remembering the joke, I invariably discover, to my disappointment, that it wasn’t at all funny.
Well, the other night I had a dream in which I heard a joke which seemed really hilarious at the time. I remember thinking that it was too bad this joke would no longer be funny after I awoke.
Then I woke up, and remembered the joke. And it was still funny! At least to me.
Here’s the joke:
“How can you tell if a ghost has been raiding your kitchen?”
“Because there are no holes in the donuts.”
Every time I think about this joke I crack up.
Which may be just the six year old in me finding a way to hang out with my dad one more time.