A sense of humor is very important to me (which is ironic
because I’m not that funny). Still, when I meet someone that is funny, there is an instant rapport (on my part). I’ve always wanted to be the person who twists something seemingly dull into a laugh-so-hard-you-snort fest, but I’m more of a
sarcastic type with a serious nature that earns a giggle by fluke. So you can
only imagine how excited I am that Dylan actually laughs at my jokes!
I will do practically anything to crack him up…though it
doesn’t take much. If I trip, he laughs. If I chase him, he laughs. If I speak
in a male voice, he laughs. Only problem? When I say no, he laughs…and that’s
an issue. I don’t know what to do. My ego is beyond pleased that my
disciplinary tone leaves the kid in stitches and a [big] part of me wants to
pat myself on the back and say, “SEE!!! You’re funny!” And then go on and on with the no's just for giggles. But that might be inappropriate.
For one, he IS one. Though it looks like laughter, sounds
like laughter, and feels like laughter, he’s probably not laughing at my quick
comedic wit, as there’s nothing “funny” about saying, “No touch. Yucky” when he
starts digging through the trash or attempting to eat dog food. Secondly, how
desperate am I for a laugh that I'd be willing to exploit my part-time as my son’s
personal jester by making a mockery of my only real attempts at being a serious child-rearing disciplinarian?
It’s a daily struggle. I am SO tempted to repeat the “NO!”
for bonus laughs, even though it’s probably a bad idea. Go figure that when I finally
put my dreams to amuse aside and work so hard to be firm- the laughter ensues.
Really? Jokes on me.
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