Dad is the funniest

The kids show off some of Dad's Amazing Spider-Mans.
I told Boyd, "smile like you're the Chameleon!" He nailed it.

You all know this to be true. Dad... me... Seth -- I am the funniest Jones.

But there are some Joneses (all of them) who think they are the funniest. Which is kind of cute, because at least one of those Joneses (we're not naming names) actually isn't funny. 

But, OK.

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Rocky the Goldfish died today. RIP Rocky the Goldfish.

You were the first and only fish the Jones family has ever owned. It was by happenstance -- a school project sent home that Mom couldn't say no to -- that brought you into our lives.

You fluttered around your 2-liter bottle for about a month or so. You bonded with Koko. You blinked a lot.

You were... a Jones.

And you made everyone in the family -- for a few weeks, anyway -- not the least funny Jones. 

RIP Rocky the Goldfish.

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Evey's play, "Murder at the Malt Shop" is Friday and Saturday at the middle school. 7 p.m. and 3 p.m. Tickets are $5. Don't miss out!!!

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We had battle of the books today. It was actually kind of fun for once.

I go to have lunch with Evey and three classmates once a month, and I encourage them to read books. I'm not much of a motivator. Evey and her classmate Connor read books. The other two? Well...

Today we were eating and chatting, and Evey mentioned that something was "spicy."

"You think everything is spicy!" her classmate cried out. "The other day we ate this, and you said, 'it's spicy!' and then we ate that, and you said, 'spicy!'"

The other kid chimed in, "I don't think you know the difference between spicy and minty," and everyone nodded. I had to laugh, and gave the kids knuckles.

30 minutes later I asked the kids to each tell me about the most recent book they read. When it was Evey's turn, she said her book was "SO SAD! This character died... and then this bad thing happened...!"

And I said, "yeah.... but was it spicy?"

The kids all howled. Except for Evey.

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I grilled t-bone steaks, baked potatoes and corn on the cob for dinner tonight. We ate like kings!

Midway through the meal I got up from my chair to grab some butter, or something. 

Bub jumped in my seat and started impersonating me. "I'm the daddy! I'm the boss. You do what I say!"

It was a weak impersonation. However, one thing was spot-on.

"Boyd, I don't sound like that," I said. "But with that piece of potato stuck to your forehead? At least you look like me."

This caused one Jones to laugh so hard she tooted.

Dad is the funniest.