HUMOR

I read somewhere that we laugh less as we get older. Isn't that sad? I love to laugh. I remember being a young girl and sitting at the dinner table with my sisters and getting the giggles over nothing at all. It used to drive my mom nuts. And once we would get the giggles, we couldn't stop.

I love the kind of laugh where you're laughing so hard you accidentally snort. Or better yet, you're laughing so hard you think you might pee your pants. On the other hand, don't you hate it when someone makes you laugh when you've just taken a drink and whatever it is you're drinking goes up your nose? Man, that burns! But still, a good time.

There is nothing like the laughter of a young child. It warms my heart every time. I still remember my son's first laugh. He was sitting in a bouncy chair and Barb was doing some sort of dance in front of him. He started to giggle so she did the dance again, only a little sillier. He laughed even harder so she just kept doing it over and over and bigger and bigger. He thought she was hysterical! It makes me smile every time I think about it.

My point to all of this is that I think laughter is a great thing and something we don't get to enjoy often enough. So, for your entertainment, I would like to share a story about my son in hopes of brightening your day and giving you a little chuckle.

My son was around a year and a half old. He was at the age that he could walk around and discover things. We'd had our breakfast and I popped in a Disney movie to occupy him so I could call my girlfriend and chat for a while. My son was watching the movie and dancing around and I was talking away and admittedly not paying close attention to him. He came over to me and held out what I thought was a small piece of cookie and was saying "hair, hair". I took it from him and looked at it and sure enough there was a piece of hair on it. I removed the hair and handed it back to him and went back to my conversation.

A couple minutes later, I glanced over and saw him standing by the book case. He was carefully lining something up in a row on one of the shelves. I couldn't quite make out what it was and wasn't sure where he was even getting these things that he was lining up. So I began to watch him closely as he made sure he was lining them all up correctly.
And then, to my horror, I saw where he was getting these objects! I let out a scream and cried "OH MY GOD" into the phone as I watched him reach into the back of his diaper and pull out another piece of poop and put it in line with the other pieces already on the shelf. My girlfriend is yelling "What? What? What's wrong" and I proceeded to tell her how my kid is playing with his poop. And then the realization hits me.

I don't remember giving him a cookie. Where did he find that cookie that he just brought to me and that I held in my hand, pulled the hair off of, and then handed back to him? "OH MY GOD! I JUST HELD POOP IN MY HAND!" My girlfriend was laughing hysterically, but I wasn't laughing at the moment. I needed to go and sanitize both my son and I and then the furniture!
We still laugh about it and wonder which was worse. The fact that he was playing with his poop or the fact that I was holding it in my hand, thinking it was a cookie, and then giving it back to him.

That's what I get for not paying attention!

I hope that this has brightened your day a little. If nothing else, I guess you can feel good knowing that you're not as big a goober as me.......or are you?

Stories anyone?

Have a giggly day!

SIS Bren