I mean, look at this face---just one of about a billion he's always pulling:
At least a hundred times a day, he does something that makes me laugh. Like tonight. Kendell and I took K. and N. to Burger Supreme for dinner, a little fast-food restaurant in Provo that has THE yummiest hamburgers. When we walked in, K. looked around and said "burger." Umm, OK---he's never eaten a hamburger. How does he know A---that we're at a restaurant that sells them and B---that he would like to eat one? But I ordered him a little cheeseburger, with nothing but cheese and meat on the bun (something I learned to do during the very brief time period when Haley liked hamburgers; they're too little to know there's supposed to be lettuce and tomato and mayo and ketchup, so the eating experience is far less messy). He stood on the bench at the booth we sat in, bouncing up and down and eating his burger, holding it with both hands and saying "burger! burger! burger!" as he bounced. He ate the entire thing, plus three french fries. Maybe you had to be there to see the humor, or maybe it's just a parent thing, but it was funny. A few other things he does that make me laugh:
- When he sees someone naked, he comes running shouting "nakey! nakey!" and then slap-pats the naked tummy.
- he says "cheese" when he sees the camera (I did not teach him that!)
- if you ask him what daddies say, he snores: honk-shew, honk-shew.
- he tries to wink: lifts both eyebrows up high, then squints both eyes nearly closed, and then smiles, always in that order.
- he tries so hard to sing the alphabet: "duh duh duh, ghiJ, mmmmmm, qS Z ME!"
- when he wants me to come with him to do anything, he tugs on my hand and says "help you, Momma?" (Because for so long when he'd tug on my hand, I'd say "do you want me to help you, K?")
- say he's somewhere he doesn't want to be---namely the high chair, the carseat, or buckled into a shopping cart. He'll say "HUG YOU!" to try to convince me to get him out. (This child definitely does not like to be constrained in any manner!)
- when I let him watch Sesame Street, he lies on my bed on his tummy, hands under his chin and legs kicking.
- suddenly, and for no reason I can fathom, he's afraid of the dark. If the hall or the stairs are even vaguely dark, he'll point, open his eyes really wide, and say "dark," and then he WILL NOT enter unless I am carrying him. (This isn't funny-funny, I guess, but funny in that I-can't-believe-he's-old-enough-to-notice-this way, you know?)
- Let him hear the word "rockabye" or anything similar, and he goes running for his favorite book, Rockabye Farm (I canNOT believe this book is out of print, all four of my kids have loved it!), yelling "sarm! sarm! sarm!" as he goes. (He can't pronounce Fs yet.)
I'm not sure there's anything better than a toddler for bringing laughter to a person!