the enema joke

we asked him at least a hundred times to tell us the enema joke. i started from way before i even knew what an enema was. it was the only time he really cut loose, and made noise, and even had a little color in his cheeks from laughter. he would get through the first two or three lines and stay fairly composed, but we all waited for that next line when the joke started to get funny. she tried to look aggravated about him telling the joke again (and in front of the children!), but those high cheekbones and twinkling eyes gave her away and we knew she wasn't angry, couldn't be. by the fourth line of the joke, he was completely beside himself, choking out words in between wheeze-laughs and knee-slaps. although i'm sure i have, i can't remember laughing that hard, that many times, at the same thing. tears squeezing out all corners of my eyes, cheeks aching from laughing so hard... i loved the enema joke. i have no idea what it was about, other than an enema--i couldn't understand what he said between his hoarse giggles. i'll never know, and don't need to. i love the enema joke