Every older/hurt child adoption text I’ve ever read says that maintaining a sense of humor is the key to navigating this jungle. Some say, it is the single deciding factor as to whether a family makes it.. It seems if you can laugh at feces purposely smeared on the wall, you can handle anything. I tend to agree.
This is why my Little Guy, maladaptive behaviors and all, is a gift to me. He’s hilarious. At least once a day and often more, he says something that makes me laugh out loud. Feeling like this blog of mine could use a little levity
because I’m going to hit you with more heavy stuff I have brewing soon I’d like to share a few of my Little Guy jewels.
While being dragged through Target one evening, he randomly asked me, loudly enough for anyone in the women’s department to hear,
“Mom, are you Jesus?”
Already amused and eager to see where this was going to go, I replied as casually as possible,
“No, honey, I’m not.”
“Then how are you always there for me?” he asked completely straight.
If there had been an older sibling around, I would have accused him or her of coaching him, but this was all Little Guy and his confusion courtesy of vacation bible school, but that’s another post entirely.
A few nights ago, while we were sitting on the back porch eating watermelon when Little Guy suddenly smashed his piece over his head.
“What are you doing?!” I demanded.
He sat quietly for a moment seemingly seriously pondering the question then flatly replied,
“I don’t know.”
Not much you can say in the face of a 5-year-old’s version of a temporary insanity plea.
One night as I was leaving his room after having tucked him in he called to me to wait to tell me,
“Mom, do you know there are coconuts all over the house?”
“Did you just say there are coconuts all over the house?” I asked expecting him to launch an illustrious bedtime stalling attempt.
He simply replied,
“Yes, goodnight Mom.”
Pretty sure that clever little bugger was just messing with me.
“I can’t go to bed because I don’t have any humans to sleep with me.”
Apparently Sponge Bob’s charm is fading.
A recent conversation with Big Sister went like this:
Little Guy: I found one cat food.
Big Sister (not really paying attention): Okay.
Little Guy: I’m going to eat it. (throws cat food in mouth)
Big Sister: Did you just eat it?
Little Guy : *crunch* *crunch*
Big Sister: Did you just eat it?!!
Little Guy: I’m not going to die. *swallow* See, I’m not going to die.
He was right.
And finally my current favorite. Number Three Son is a fan of the Daft Punk song “Get Lucky” and was singing along loudly when it came on the radio in the car. The refrain lyrics are “I’m up all night to get some. She’s up all night for good fun. I’m up all night to get lucky”
Later that day, I was treated to Little Guy’s rendition that goes like this:
“I’m up all night for fun. I’m up all night for fun. I’m up all night to get a monkey.”
You kind of adore him now too, don’t ya?