Chickadee is mastering the fine art of defusing a potentially unpleasant situation with humor. I’m not sure where she got that, but WOW I LIKE IT. (This is your humor. This is your humor perpetuated through DNA. Any questions?)
I mean, yes, I don’t like it so much when I’m mid-rant about how there’s books all over the floor and a wet towel on the chair and would it be SO HARD to get her dirty clothes into the HAMPER… and she flings her arms around me and shouts, “WOW, I think I see something SHINY! And it is YOU! And I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, SHINY MOM!” It is very hard to lecture when you’re trying not to laugh.
This afternoon the children were playing Uno together very nicely while I finished up some work. I was just thinking to myself how great it is, when I heard Monkey begin to whine.
Apparently he was having to draw rather a lot of cards to get something he could play, and Chickadee was not being entirely graceful about his losing streak (“Wow, you have, like, a MILLION BILLION CARDS, Monkey!”), and he was starting to get upset.
My son can be something of a sore loser. And Chickadee is a world-champion gloater.
I tensed from my location in the next room, waiting to see what would happen.
“It’s okay, Monkey,” I heard Chickadee say.
“No it’s NOT,” he shot back, frustrated. “I’ve got practically the WHOLE DECK!”
There was a pause. I held my breath.
And then? My daughter burst into song:
“HE’S GOT THE WHOOOLE DE-ECK, IN HIS HANDS! HE’S GOT THE WHOLE DARN DE-ECK, IN HIS HANDS!”
It’s difficult to exhale and snort at the same time, but I think I managed it. (Not that they could hear me over her belting and Monkey’s laughter, anyway.)