My kids love to laugh. They will go to extraordinary lengths to find things to laugh about and to get a laugh out of hubby and I. So, when I hear giggling behind closed doors, I know they’re up to something.
Yesterday, while driving between one after school activity and another, Little Man asked for some paper and a pen. I obliged, pleased that he wanted to write something. Its been a bumpy start with him, being way more interested in Lego and Star Wars battles than reading and writing, so this new-found interest in pens and paper is a dream come true for me.
As I drove, he wrote. And giggled. And giggled. I asked what he was doing and he said, “Nothing!” followed by an explosion of giggles. Hmmmm. Intriguing.
When we got home, he was out of the car like Usain Bolt
and at my door, flashing his cheeky, gap-toothed grin and holding out a folded pile of papers. “What’s this?”, I asked, innocently? “Its a love letter for you, Mummy…”, he replied, hardly containing the hysterical laughter I could see bubbling below the surface.
I unfolded the package and started to read:
“Dear Mum, I want you to turn the page”
At this point he is bright red, and ready to explode with laughter. His anticipation is palpable and giggles are escaping…
“You are weird and silly and dumb!!!! PS (his name)”
As I read this aloud, he started to screech – in disbelief that he has called me these things. Tears are squirting out of his eyes.
“This is you ->you are a nincompoop that’s…”
Now he is clutching his crotch, howling with laughter and jumping up and down.
“dumb and stupid and cuckoo. (apparently this is poo)”
At this point, I am fearing for his life. He is so completely hysterical with laughter that he seems to have stopped breathing altogether. Silence, then howls of laughter and knee slapping and that endearing jog-on-the-spot he does when he is happier than happy.
We laughed until our bellies hurt. And then we laughed more.
is what being a mother is all about. These moments
are the highlight of my day. Being able to witness the innocent joy of my Little Man saying rude words
for the first time and reveling in the controversy of it all. Knowing that he sees me as someone he can prank – in his delicious 7 year old way – means that for all the failures, I’m a good mother and he feels safe with me.
He has learned to look for laughter from his dad, who lives to make the kids laugh. He’s also learned form his big sister, Miss M. At the tender age of 9, she has mastered the art of dry humor and has impeccable comic timing. This morning, Miss M and I were play wrestling (What? She wouldn’t wake up…) and I had her pinned. I was about to dive in for the tickle when she shouted, “STOP!” in a strong voice. I stopped, thinking maybe I was hurting her, when she continued, in an ominous tone and with a twinkle in her eye, “I am warning you to stop
– remember, I came third in backstroke once!” Peals of laughter all round.
Today, I’m basking in the joy, love and innocence of my children. I’m loving their constant quest for laughter. Today, I’m winning.
Please share the funny things your kids say and do. I can’t wait to read your comments.
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