WHOOP-DE-DOO

Last night during the prom episode of "Glee," once again the doorbell rang and this time there were three, count 'em, three giggling visitors--Trouble #1, Sweet Neighbor Girl, and Hannah #1, not to be confused with the older Hannah #2, aka:  Cat Girl.

The kids were here for Show and Tell--with the most novel of all novelties, a whoopie cushion.  And since Big Bore was in the kitchen washing dishes, they had time to plant said cushion under the throw blanket on his easy chair and watch the fun when he sat down.  Oh, boy!  Was this going to be great!

"Come on back to the living room when you get finished, Jeff.  The kids have something to show you," I said to the Chief Bottle Washer.  They were about ready to pop a vein or two with the anticipation.

Well, he finally joined us, but he immediately knew something was up--since the kids' facial expressions gave them away.  Plus they were quiet for a change.  He checked his chair and knew what was going to happen, but he played along and sat down anyway and---nothing!  What a disappointment!

So the kids grabbed the whoopie cushion and made sure it worked, and worked, and worked again--everything from little pippy squeaks to room-shaking blow-outs.  And I have to admit, it was hilarious. Laughter is, indeed, contagious.

But one can only take so much of a whoopie cushion and the "Glee" prom was reaching full steam on TV, so I showed the kids the exit.

"Time for you little stinkers to go make whoopie somewhere else!"  More giggling and out they went.

Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood was never like this one.