If parenting is a series of premonitions of what is to come, and paybacks for what you've done, I am in BIG trouble, Mister. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel I'm pretty sure it's actually a train that is about to smash me into a million pieces. The Toddler? She has an incredible sense of humor. It's absolutely amazing how she manages to find funny in just about anything. In a few years, I guarantee I am going to be her straight man because I am about as funny as a diarrhea-filled diaper compared to her.
At home, she loves to play tricks. She slams doors in faces, hides behind curtains, steals important things (I wonder where she learned that from?), offers you a bite of her food only to quickly snatch it away and stuff it in her own face, and generally makes us laugh all.the.time. The other day when she called Meg special? Both Mr. Husband and I busted out laughing. So, of course, she keeps on saying it. Over and over. Just so you know, after 10,453 repititions, it's still funny.
If she says something when we're in public and manages to garner an audience, she'll keep her her one woman act going. Earlier this week, she and I were walking around the grocery store saying lines from Dora like "Swiper no swiping" and "Oh, maaaan!" When a fellow mom chuckled at Alexis' version of "Oh, maaaan!", Alexis proceeded to follow her around the store, repeating it again and again.
I'm always hearing about how funny she is from her daycare teachers. They'll tell me stories about how all the kids were playing in the tube/tunnel thing and somebody poked a head in and yelled "Boo!", scaring all the kids the point of tears. But my kid? She's got tears streaming down her face because she's laughing so hard she can't breathe.
Sometimes to entertain themselves, the teachers will throw little scraps of paper or foam at the kids as they run around like the crazy little people they are. All the kids get mad, except one. My kid. She thinks it's hysterical. So now she's the only one they use for Toddler Target Practice. She's perfectly content that way (as am I--we like to use her as our target when we're throwing the Bulldog around so it's good that she's getting extra practice at dodging oncoming projectiles). (Don't hate on the teachers, BTW. Think about what you would do if you spent 40 hours per week locked in a room with 20 toddlers. I'm shocked they haven't resorted to throwing the kids out the window as a means to entertain themselves. I would.)
Today, Alexis took it to a new level. She has started snarking on the other kids. One little boy is pretty new in class and he's having a rough time adjusting. As such, he's spending a good part of the day crying. Today, Alexis pointed at him and said, "He's waa-waa-waaing" all dramatic-like and then busted up laughing. Now, I don't know how old I was when I started with the snarkiliciousness, but I don't think it was two. She is going to be a master of the art form in no time, I'm sure.
