He would have been six, maybe seven.
He was wearing baseball print pajamas, holding a piece of orange in his hand.
The Cosby Show was on.
My mom and I watched in confusion, as my brother stood directly in front of the television, orange juices dripping down his hand and listened. There was nothing on the screen to warrant the laughter, yet my brother began to giggle. Then, his giggle worked into a short burst of laughter- then silence. He looked surprised. Then, without warning he burst into the largest fit of laughter humanely possible. He laughed until his face was red, until his voice was hoarse. He forced laughter out of every inch of his body, he fell to the ground, placed his hand on the television and laughed and laughed and laughed.
He screamed with laughter.
We were confused. My mom was getting concerned that he had bumped his head, he was starting to look sick, he had laughed so hard- for so long, that he appeared to be in pain as he continued to make himself laugh.
My dad walked in and sighed.
“He’s doing it again. I wish he wouldn’t. I told him, that’s not how it works.”
Then my dad walked over to my brother and told him…
“The laughing you hear on the show isn’t people at home laughing. I’ve told you this already buddy. You can laugh all you want beside the television and you are never going to hear yourself on the show laughing back. It just doesn’t work that way.”
With that my brother promptly stopped and ate the rest of his orange.
That’s right. My brother thought that the canned audience laughter on television shows was actually the people at home around the world watching the show. So he thought if he had a crazy laugh and stood close to the television, he would be able to broadcast his laugh to everyone in the world.
I had to share this story. Ever since I mentioned his idea for the peanut butter jar, I’ve been told he’s a genius. I had to show you the other side. It’s what an older sister is supposed to do.
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