Kids Make Me Laugh

My kids make me laugh. For those with children, I assume this is not a new thing. Kids are funny. The things they do. The things they say. They can be funnier than the best comedian. They can also be a gigantic pain in the stones, but we aren’t going to discuss that today because they’ve been behaving. It’s not fair to point out their issues when they’re being good. Right?

On separate occasions this week the boys have both accidentally kneed themselves in the eye. I can’t even get my knee close to my eye, let alone hit it with any force. The Little One walked into the front door this weekend. Not in a wasn’t looking kind of way, but more of a who put that there kinda of way. He even gave it a dirty look. I fell off the sofa.

When not injuring themselves, I find myself laughing at their word choice. The other day, the Little One pointed out that “Evil witches are usually killed in their lair”. As an author, I love his choice of the word lair. I still giggle thinking about it. The Boy calls the bread at our local Italian restaurant grease knots and I have to admit that it’s a much more accurate description than whatever they call it there.

In a move I am sure their future selves will appreciate, I have decided to start collecting these gems in a notebook. A journal of all the little stories and comments that make me and The Wife laugh. Do you have some of your own? Share them in the comments below.