There’s a lot of nasty in the world right now: it can suck your spirit. My weapon to guard off the negative? A healthy dose of silly, especially when it includes my kids.
Now, you can’t force the sillies. They gotta happen spontaneously.
This morning, I snuck into bed with T shortly after her alarm went off. We were talking sweet nuthins and I can’t remember how or why but suddenly we were messing around with words and landed on the fact that ‘waffle’ and ‘awful’ kind of rhyme, especially when you pronounce ‘awful’ like ‘offal’.
“Waiter, this waffle is awful” I stated, and we both fell into a crazy heap of gut-busting giggles. The kind of giggles that set you up for the day with a smile on your face.
But it got even better.
Guess what papa had made the kids for breakfast?
Yup, waffles. T and I looked at each other gleefully and plotted.
She took a few bites then turned to her father. “Papa, this waffle is awful!” she giggled.
I giggled. We all giggled.