I need a reason to laugh today, for obvious reasons. There is some crazy stuff going on, there has been all week. I need a moment of hope and silliness. I need a moment of life.
Luckily, I live with a two-year old little girl, so laughter and silliness are easy to find.
Yesterday, Tiny-Small “borrowed” my sunglasses. She insisted on wearing them upside down. She is a trend setter, at least in her own mind. When it comes to fashion, your own mind is the only one that matters anyway, right?
Then, before I knew it, she was playing project runway with our long-suffering, but infinitely patient dog, Rumples.
How annoying is it when your dog looks better in your sunglasses than you do? It’s also pretty annoying when your dog is cooler than you have ever been in your entire life and he does it without even trying. Dogs are born with the cool gene. It’s truly unfair to the rest of us.
After a few wardrobe changes, Tiny-Small got busy creating her own jail cell, or summer home with observation tower, or box-o-basket fun house and spent hours climbing in and out and begging me for assistance.
As soon as I sat down I would hear, “Mom, get me out.” or “Mom, get me in.” I fixed that with a few strategically placed, “I’ll be there in a minute,” responses that really meant I’ll be there in 45 minutes (if you’re lucky, kid).
So, she got the chair and pushed it up next to her house as a sort of makeshift, Cinderella-esque staircase addition to her basket prison. I am pretty sure this is what it would like if Cyndi Lauper ever got arrested or abducted by aliens. Or, played a prison escapee in a made for TV movie about teenage angst and the power of tutu redemption.
Girls just want to have fun, you know. They need a reason to laugh. I mean, sometimes life is hard. It’s important to look to the little things. Especially the little things wrapped in tulle, with a side of sparkle and a gigantic flower in her hair. This is a reason to laugh. I am clinging to it like a toddler to her mother’s leg.
Has anything made you laugh this week? Have you had a moment where you could let go of worry and just smile at something goofy going on? Have you been a bright spot in another person’s day?
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Thanks for sharing. I as so happy to see…LAND SHARK!
Little ones are the best source of laughter! Dogs are a close second. So your house must be a riot.
It’s a riot in every sense of the word!
This brings to mind an old Hoyt Axton song: “When it all comes down, I hope it doesn’t land on you. . . ” When I get depressed I read “The Raven” by Poe. That guy really had some problems.
To wit: “`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked upstarting –
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! – quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!’
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'” 😉
I feel a little better already.
I guess Poe has a way of putting things into perspective!
I think he need some good cognitive-behavior therapist or Groucho Marx showing up in his room. They could have watched “Animal Crackers” or “A Night at the Opera” together 😉
Yes, a little Groucho Marx can cure anything.
As we passed a cemetery the other day, my tween son asked where I plan to be buried. I told him I figured I would be cremated and have my ashes sprinkled at our church, where I’ve been a member my whole life. It is a downtown church, where a number of homeless people sleep and . . . ahem . . . take care of their business. My son replied, “That’s great, mom. We can put up a plaque that says, ‘Rest in p*ss.'”
Not exactly how I want my 11-year-old to talk, but it was clever and made me laugh. Hope it gave you a giggle too.
That is hilarious and you made me and my husband laugh. Thanks for sharing that. Your son is clever AND funny, what more could you ask for?
Oh my goodness … She is full of beans! So cute. And you’re right, the dog does look spectacular in your glasses. True that we must find ways to have a laugh during such confusing and awful goings on.
My dog is such a diva! I am seriously jealous.
Great photos! I’m sure your dog doesn’t look better in your glasses than you haha. It’s always great when kids can provide moments of laughter in times of sorrow.
No way, he totally looks better than I do. He’s a natural born diva.