There is a two year old
boy in the house to remind me that making fart noises with your mouth
is fun, and gets funnier and funnier with each raspberry. So do
unexpected squeals that pierce the eardrum, but convey no useful
information neither of literal meaning nor emotional state. Pulling
your slippers off and throwing them behind the sofa with a
mischievous grin on your face? Also hilarious.
Climbing on the little
side table, in your tiny silly shoes no less, to reach up and turn of
the big light. For no reason. Also hilarious. Screaming at the
washing machine door, then turning around giggling at the wall,
falling over, crawling towards a toy, throwing the toy out of your
reach, then looking sad and pleading as if the toy escaped by itself.
Yep, that's hilarious too. Jiggling the bathroom door handle
repeatedly when someone is sat on the toilet. You guessed it.
Hilarious. As evidenced by the constant look of barely comprehending
glee spread from ear to ear on that odd undersized head. Children.
They are almost like real people.
This child isn't one I
just found, or made myself. And he didn't come free on the cover of
a magazine or in a box of cereal. He's my godson. Without the god.
Except that just leaves 'son, and that's not true either. For
argument's sake, and for ease and clarity, let's just stick with
godson. The technical term, I think, was 'responsible adult' instead
of 'godparent'. But then what would be the civil version of a
'godchild'? 'Irresponsible baby'? It would be true, but seems more
of an accusation or admonition than a title or relationship.
You know what else is
funny? Rolling around on the floor with rice and egg on your t-shirt
and yogurt on your face. Yes. Try it some time. You'll be amazed
at the reaction. I've not done it myself, but it seems to work for a
two year old. He found it funny.
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