A friend of ours (Will Graham–remember him from posts of blog past?) sent us a collection of jokes featured on Prairie Home Companion. One joke went like this:
Q: How many surrealists does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: To get to the other side.
I’ve heard surrealism defined as a surprising juxtaposition of two or more things, or something that invokes a dreamlike quality. I would define surrealism as an email recently received from my mom:
Hi Honey! Check out the pictures of your dad with the Hooter’s girls. His homemade port-o-potty was a big hit. Love, Mom.
Let me tell you, I looked at that picture, and Hooter’s girls are really pretty.
I would also define surrealism as the total morphing of your child’s face as she lays down (and gets up and lays down and gets up and lays down) and gets up from a night’s rest. Clara is learning one of the greatest lessons of all time: the lesson of cause and effect. She’s turning light switches off and on, pushing the right buttons–toy buttons and Momma buttons, pulling her arms and legs out of her clothes, and making her Dad proud with expert-baby xylophone-playing.
Just in case you didn’t think she smiled anymore . . .