Wouldn’t it be great to go back to the time when decisions were made by going “eeny-meeny-miney-mo” and mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming “do over!”? Phrases like “oly-oly-oxen-free” made sense. War was a card game. Ice cream was a goof group. And kisses made scrapes and bruises better.
I was watching Little Guy waiting in line to go into school today. I wasn’t sure if he was making a face at me or not, so I stuck my tongue out at him, and he started to giggle. It probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do…after all, I am supposed to lead by example, but it just seemed like the right thing to do! And you know what – it felt good to act like a kid.
Last night, Little Guy got the ‘giggles’ at bedtime. Usually, the ‘giggles’ are followed by the ‘sillies’ (a.k.a. crazy behaviour)…which usually end in tears! I try very hard not to encourage the ‘giggles’ at bedtime because then it takes Little Guy longer to fall asleep. The later he’s up (on a night with school in the morning), the more likely he will want to sleep in (like most kids, he doesn’t sleep in on weekends regardless of what time he went to bed). When he sleeps in, I have to wake him up and we end up running late for school. That’s no fun for anyone! But last night I was really tired too…and we both got the ‘giggles’.
In retrospect, it really wasn’t that funny! Little Guy was ready for bed (the bedtime mantra is “pee, change or brush”). We were curled up on my bed and I was reading him a bedtime story. Nothing funny about that…until I turned the page, took a deep breath, and the stench hit me. I groaned and started waving the book. Little Guy had farted – an “SBD” (a.k.a. Silent But Deadly) – and he thought my reaction was hilarious! It would have stopped there, but you have to understand something about how I read books. I read books with character voices and sound effects. It keeps me from getting bored when I’m reading the same book for the 500th time! And at this point in the book, a bunch of boats’ foghorns were…tooting…and we usually do the sound effects for foghorns tooting! His laughter was infectious, and I have to admit, I wanted to laugh. It was a childish thing to do, but in fact, I think that good laugh was the best thing I had done all day!
Elbert Hubbard said, “the man who doesn’t relax and hoot a few hoots voluntarily, now and then, is in great danger of hooting hoots and standing on his head for the edification of the pathologist and trained nurse, a little later on”. So maybe I saved myself a trip to the Funny Farm. A good gaffe resulting in the ‘giggles’ can’t be planned, so I will try to let my “inner child” enjoy it when it comes, because that good giggle was great!