I forgot how much fun little kids can be

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
1

I’ve grown into a cynical person since moving to NYC four years ago and since the advent of the 'net. I haven’t intended to become that way, it just sort of happened. So now that I’ve moved back to the Southern 'burbs and plan on buying a house in the 'burbs eventually out West, I’m trying to lose a bit of that cynicism. And last night, a visit from a five-year-old helped cure just a bit of it.

We had a friend’s five year old visiting last night (technically, long-distance family by marriage). My thirteen-year-old cousin is visiting from Northern Virginia for the week, and the five-year-old is her cousin. My mother took the two of them to Busch Gardens for spring break, and they got home around 8:30. The five year old was wound up. It was just about the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time - he’d calm down briefly, and then all of a sudden, break into this hysterical fit of giggles that had the rest of us just laughing to hear it. He was beating up on his cousin for fun (she started it and no one was getting hurt:), and at one point, when he went after her, he let out a loud fart right as his hand connected with her arm. Well, I completely blocked out how hilarious small children find farting to be - and I got a reminder last night. He was on the floor holding his stomach because he found his fart so blasted funny. And the kid had a giggle that just wouldn’t quit. I grabbed him and hung him upside down for a couple of minutes, and just as I was putting him back down, he farted again. And of course, again, he found his own bodily functions hysterical. I have to admit, I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time. And while I’m several years away from my own kids, he reminded me of just how much fun they can be and how it’s nice to let go of cynicism for awhile.

And if I’m ever feeling down, I’m just going to find a kid and tell him fart jokes. I’ll be the funniest chick on the block.

Ava

2

It’s good for them to visit for a while. You get the good stuff and then give them back to the parents to deal with the fits and power struggles.

When we, my parents and myself, showed up at my sisters house last month her son promptly pointed out that, “your the boss, your the boss, your the boss, but I’m not the boss. I never get to be the boss.” I love that kid. Now if my own kids could get this concept…

3

If you like being farted on that is :stuck_out_tongue:

4

Oh yeah, mama of three fart infested boys here (and wife of a fart infest boy-at-heart-husband). Anytime you need a laugh or just had a supper of beans just drop on in. Of course it doesn’t need to be a real fart, ketchup bottles, vinyl chairs, squeaky doors will do. It gets to be an art-form.

Mmmm, life isn’t at all boring here at the loonybin.

5

Farts are great hilarity, especially in the bath tub. I just fear what comes after the fart! :eek:

6

I ment to include this link in my previous post.

7

Grrrrr. One lousy letter! This should be it.

8

Aaron is at a stage where everything is hysterically funny to him. (There’s a wav file of him giggling; I’ll see if Kwyjibo put it in his LJ.) His whole body jiggles when he laughs. Think Porky Pig in that Robin Hood cartoon. I can’t watch him laugh without laughing myself.

Robin