My kids talk constantly; I'm think I know where they get it from (but I'll never admit it). If you ask my parents, they have a few stories about me. Like the night I thought a berlesque club had the best barbeque in town or when I came home from school and gave a science lesson on why a fart smell spreads. I have two short stories today. They are probably "You had to be there" stories, but I'll still share them anyway.
Erin's story- We were on our way home from Wal-Mart on Woodruff Road. There is a tax office right there, and every year they have a motorized mannequin dressed like the Statue of Liberty they put out on the curb. On the way there, I had seen her looking at it quizzically, but didn't give it much thought. Apparently it was more that her limited learning could handle. So, as we're coming back down Woodruff Road, she finally speaks up. Except she can't find the right words to express her thoughts. Here's what she said:
"Mommy, did you see that man?"
"Which one?" I wasn't aware her puzzled look had returned; I was trying to turn across traffic.
"That man, wearing the green dress, but not a man...kind of like a man...uh...'cept he lives on batteries."
I missed a perfectly good opportunity to turn across traffic, because I was laughing so hard.
Nate's story- I'm in CVS, getting some cold medicine for Thomas. I had taken Nate and Caleb with me. Nate is being a typical 5 year old, running around nearby and talking about nonsense to himself. I'm in line at the checkout. A couple of ladies are at the register in front of me and several people are behind me in line, including a older man in an expensive-looking suit. I'm trying to keep Caleb entertained when I hear (matter-of-factly like I was keeping a record) "Mommy, I just farted right here." I immediately start shaking my head no and try to tell him quietly that we don't say that in public. I glance up in embarassment to see the women in front of me stiffling giggles. One can no longer hold it and does let out a giggle, still trying to keep it to herself. I glance back over my shoulder. The stoic man in that taylored suit is no longer stoic; he, too, is trying to stiffle his laughter. Then, I find myself trying not to giggle. Nate was oblivious. I don't think he ever realized everyone was laughing at his comment.
These are not the last of funny things my kids will say. And Caleb has yet to start. I have always felt laughter is good, not only for the soul, but for the body too. As my bio says, laughter is good for the human. This is just one way my kids help keep me young.
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