Another story of insanity

I am back. I just wanted to relay a story of insanity in my family. Actually this one is dealing with my father in law, so I do not have to worry about a fault in the genes for me personally. My wife, though, that is another story. I feel bad as I have seen her future and it is that of my mother in law, a lovely person but nuts. The only saving grace there is that my father in law is further down the rubber room highway.

Here goes the story. It is another Friday night dinner but it is small. We are sitting at the kitchen table. I have to say that usually there are ten or so people crammed around the dining room table with a single leaf added. As I like to say, I feel penned like a veal. I will then make "moo" sounds. It gets worse when there is more than ten people attending, I then have to go eat alone in the kitchen. That is to get away from the conversation, if I can call it that, and smacking elbows with the person wedged next to me.

That is the set up. All five of us are at the kitchen table. My son is eating and holding his fork with the tines up while he chews. My father in law looks at him and says, "You should point fork down. What happens if you slip and you fall face first on your fork?"

I had to look at my wife. It was in disbelief. Just when I think that I have heard the most improbable of things occurring, somebody speaks and enters the competition. I scratch my head (damn lice! Get out!) and try to recall when the lad was diagnosed with narcolepsy. My son has this awful habit of just passing out at the dinner table. He does it often, like maybe once when he was sick. He was not sick here.

Did my father in law not have anything to worry about that he had to create this one? Should we put a cork on the end of the boy's fork so that he does not poke himself in the eye? Should we change his name to Ruprecht? I just cannot understand that one. I mean you could hear the sound of the guys with the padded truck ready to knock on the door and take him to that rubber room.

Just picture yourself passing out on your fork. How likely is that to happen? Well that is my thought for the day, so careful while eating, you just never know when that narcolepsy will hit you. Ciao.