Are YOU handy-dandy?
What a blessing it is that God uses our kids to help us have a sense of humor about ourselves. I just love the things they say. Just this morning, Zoe was studying Kevin’s face carefully and said, “Daddy, you have a very sneaky nose.” I almost choked on my cereal.
Just last week, my friend was telling me that her autistic son (who has an obsession with elevators and is currently equally into Green Eggs and Ham) stood up during a quiet moment at an event and shouted, “Would you, could you in an elevator?!”
Each of my children has an excellent sense of humor, something they no doubt inherited from family. Kevin, both of my brothers, and my dad all keep us laughing all the time when we’re together. Adam has always loved to laugh. He’s been very into Blues Clues as of late. In fact, he started scripting it so much that we had to stop watching it for a while. Whenever he’s irritated because we’ve stopped doing something that he was enjoying, he says, “Bye, Joe!!!” Lately, he has taken great delight in making me laugh. Usually when I am feeling most useless and drained, Adam will come up to me and meet my eyes and say (in a way too cheery voice), “Are YOU handy-dandy?” Then he just crumbles into a belly laugh. I can only guess that he made up this question, having been impressed by Joe’s “handy-dandy notebook” on Blues Clues. No matter how weary I am, that question always makes me laugh. I usually laugh out loud (which makes him laugh even harder) and then repeat the question for him. Sometimes that makes him laugh so hard that he can hardly catch his breath. Just when I’m feeling about like a very used up “handy-dandy mom attachment,” Adam blesses me with laughter that helps me keep things in perspective.
Oh…and this little guy who knows just when it’s time to laugh also knows just when it’s time to be humble and quiet. I’m not sure where he picked this up (it certainly isn’t something we taught him specifically), but these days whenever I say it’s time to pray, Adam will fold his body as low as he possibly can toward the floor, clasp his hands together, and be as still and quiet as he can possibly be until someone says, “Amen.”
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