My little guy, Luc, 9, is hilarious. I’ve done a couple of posts on Luc-isms over the years. He constantly says things that surprise me. For example, the other night, lights out, I realize I’ve forgotten to turn on the alarm and say into the dark, “Can you turn on the alarm? I forgot.”
Luc answers in superhero voice: “I will find it using…my sense of smell.”
I…would never have thought of that.
He’s also always seeing things I miss. Like the other day in Whole Foods he pulls me down to whisper solemnly into my ear, “grass roots…begin to grow.”
Finally I notice this enigmatic phrase is printed on the wall as part of a “history of organic foods movement” display. His delivery turned it into some kind of spy phrase, for which I am supposed to have the encoded reply. Serious, even deadly. Now we whisper this to each other frequently.
Or this, in the shoe store, buying boots for Sophie last month, he calls, all urgent excitement, “Mom! Mom! Come here!”
I walk over. “Yeah?”
Whispered intently: “LOOK.”
I see shoes on display, customers, chairs. “Um?”
He points. “Foot mirror.”
HAHA—he’d zeroed in on the short, angled mirror that reflects people’s feet, presumably in the shoes they are trying on. I had barely registered that the thing was there. He spends several moments admiring his feet in different positions. “This is awesome. I never knew I needed a foot mirror.” He’s always got a different perspective.
His favorite question is, of course, who would win.
“Who do you think would win, Hulk or Yoda?”
I have to be ready for these at a moment’s notice. “You know, actually, I don’t think those two would fight. I can’t see either one attacking the other.”
“Well,” he says. “They are both green.”
HAHAHA! So true.
Sophie, my eldest, has her own moments of comic genius. Like last night:
Husband, flipping through Netflix options, “I think this show may be a bit too intense for the kids, what do you think? Maybe when they’re bigger.”
Sophie: “What, you mean your balls?”
Oh my god, we were laughing so hard.
Isn’t laughing at silly stuff like this just the best thing EVER? It seems to me you’ve just got to salt your life with as much silly laughing as possible, the more the better, or else what’s the point?