My older sister, Heather, and I used to play a game. In the game we would imagine doing absurd things during inappropriate times. I hate to say it, but the game was most often played during church (sorry, Mom and Dad).
Heather would start, “Wouldn’t it be funny if I took off my clothes, ran up to the pulpit and started doing jumping jacks?”
“Yes!” I’d say. The answer was always yes. It was my turn. “Wouldn’t it be funny if I took that man’s wig off and put it on his wife?”
“Yes!” “Wouldn’t it be funny if I took off my shoe and threw it at the preacher?” she’d ask.
“Yes!” “Wouldn’t it be funny if I reached over and slapped the person sitting in front of Leigh (our youngest sister) and they thought she did it?”
“Oh, yes!” she’d answer…and so the game would go.
Thankfully, we never acted on our ideas. Even then we knew the idea of our mischief was much better than the consequences of the real thing. As an adult I will occasionally surprise myself with a “wouldn’t it be funny if..” thought. While jumping on a trampoline with my son today I thought, wouldn’t it be funny if I was doing this with crutches and a cast on my leg? Now that I think about it, maybe not.