Comedy Gold

Sometimes we see people and they just fit in life, the world, their place, etc etc.  Kiddo is one of those people.  We see her sometimes and J and I just laugh at how Kiddo and how 5 she is.  Like, last Sunday, J was out with some friends for dinner, but I needed to get next door to the hospital for my psych meds.  So, Kiddo and I got to eat and hang, play some video games, shower, neti, get jammies on, but then, instead of bed, we got to go so Dada could have his appointment.  Yup!  Jammies, a blue fluff, and pink crocs to go with the headphones and iPad.  She got to watch some shows and I got meds.  All was good in the world and by the time we got home, the yawn monsters were in full effect.  

Or, watching a show yesterday after school.  I mean, how would YOU watch a show?

Morning fluff wraps with iPad and cereal…. She is just in a puddle of fluffiness and app fun.

There are some that are on our all time hit list.  She was just four when she couldn’t get her blankets right at bed time and we got the hallway melt down of, “What are you crazy!  I’m a kid.”  Coming out with market on her from head to toe, “I’ve got a problem!”  That’s one of our all time favs.  Smurf Kid getting a 10pm bath because she colored herself blue.  Durning dinner when you remind her to take bites, but she’s still eating the bite she was talking around, “I’m chewin’!”

All of these little things, the infections and just the way she says things, the little looks, or ridiculousness of her coming out of her room in jammies or just undies and justifying it.  Hot/Cold problems.  The sounds are kinda not right, but only a little.  The fairies deciding that they needed pink night lights, not blue/green.  Whatever the “problem” is, it’s usually delivered with the earnestness and kidness that only a 5 year old Kiddo can bring you.

Last night, however, took the cake.  I laughed until I couldn’t breath.  J needed to help me with a drink of water.  I was absolutely dying.

Parents know their kid.  The sounds and rhythms of them.  Kiddo gets up some nights and comes out.  Sometimes (10% or less) she uses the bathroom and tosses us an “I love you” and trundles off to bed. Usually, however, we hear the door.  I can count to two Mississippi and then a little face appears.   “I have a prob-lem.”  And then we hear about hot/cold problems, or sound problems, or I miss mumma and dada problems.

Last night… I saw this and then died!

She went to bed in jammies.  Was tucked and loved.  All her stories were done and just the white noise sounds. 

The absolute ridiculousness of this.  Kiddo in jammies goes to bed, koala lass in undies emerges. 

You can’t make this up.  

I laughed until I couldn’t breath.   I can only recall a handful of other times laughing that hard.  My cousin Colz going Snoop Dogg and “no friction G”, RJS and the “Spinninnnngggggg”, and J with the “Jesus Riz” drawing and commentary while we lived at the Augusta Apartment in SLO come to mind.  That’s about it for things that hit my funny bone in a way that just made me lose all sense of anything.  It was just a world of laughing.

Kiddo explained the problem to J, but I didn’t hear a word of it.  I just got a mind loop of her little face with the headdress.  The Ernest look and “Prob-lemmmmm” and I was off to the races again.  If heaven is an endless replay of the happiest moments in life, this is certainly in that heaven for me.

Let’s Go, Kiddo…. Today is a Mumma library day and special lunch.  I can’t wait for our night and playing Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with you on the PS5.  You are the funniest, coolest, best Kiddo and PS5 player I could hope for.  Smooch and love!