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I tapped the back
of Chuck’s head, which set it bouncing atop his skinny neck like a balloon
attached to a piece of string, and his hand instantly flew up to where I’d
hit. Looking up at me, he pointed and
cackled.
“Rats!”
“Hey buddy!” I playfully shot a thumb and finger pistol at
him. Right on cue he fell back on his
ass, which was thankfully cushioned by a thick slab of Huggies and whatever the
hell had built up in the thirty minutes since he had last tried to kick me in
the balls while changing him.
Chuck looked up at
me, horrified. Not that the actual fall
hurt, but instead of rushing to him and cooing “oooooh, Chuck, Chuck, it’s
okay!” and letting him cry on my shoulder for ten minutes, I was pointing at
him and laughing. Such an undignified
spill being met with laughter must have been very confusing to him, but the
fact is, a one year-old kid falling on his ass is funny. Maybe not as funny as when babies are
crawling and they somehow “trip” on the floor, which is really more sad than
funny, and still a mystery to me no matter how many times I witness it…I mean,
you’re ALREADY ON THE FLOOR! How did this just happen? But, still, pretty funny.
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