Laughter

I love laughing with my kids. Some of the things we laugh about are really stupid, but we once we get the giggles it's hard to stop. Most of the time we're laughing at ourselves (or each other), and often even laughing at whoever who is in a bad mood. Usually we laugh at Daughter A - she's the funny one, and she means to be funny (she is the actress, after all). Sometimes we have to laugh at/with Daughter B - the serious one. She's really smart, but sometimes a little dingy so we have to laugh. Even she will do something and then laugh at herself and say, "That was a B moment!" JB often makes us laugh when he's singing and dancing. He's really a good singer, but his dancing....hmm. At least it's entertaining. I'm glad I'm his mother and not his girlfriend. (I don't know if she's okay with his dancing or not - I should ask.) They laugh at me, too, but since I'm the one writing I don't have to share those embarrassing moments (just don't ask them about me doing Wii Fit!).

Yesterday we were lounging in my room just talking. JB was lying across the bed and Mango, the dumb cat, was circling him like a buzzard. She stopped with her head by his shoulder and her tail on his side. She's an annoying cat, and he thought he'd make fun of her dumb-ness. So he said, "Do me a favor, Cat, and put your butt in my face," in the most sarcastic tone he could muster. She took 3 or 4 steps forward, pointed her behind at his nose and waved her tail at him. The rest of us laughed until we cried. JB decided that the dumb cat speaks English. We're still laughing....I love that something so insignificant can create such a bond between my children and me. I hope we always have that weird connection.