There wasn’t much laughter in our house over the three months I was at my old job (yes, it’s now my old job – more on that at another time). Although that job at Unhappy Medical Center was hard on all of us, Baby and I definitely took it the worst. She had been displaying a number of behaviors that in an adult would have made me suspicious of depression; among them I couldn’t remember the last time I really heard her laugh.
Tonight I was putting Baby to bed and she commented on the Nutcracker performance I took the girls to a couple of weeks ago. “I can’t believe the music was made by alive people!” she exclaimed. (Translation: there was a live orchestra). “I know”, I replied. “I am so glad that you were able to see some of the best ballet dancers in the world with a live aquarium!”* She burst out laughing “Aquarium?” “I meant orchestra!” I quickly corrected. Baby only laughed harder. She finally caught her breath to ask me why I said aquarium and I responded without thinking “It was just a little brain fart”. Now Baby has been around for five whole years, she’s heard some funny things, but the concept of a brain fart was clearly the most hilarious thing she had ever heard in her life. Baby’s laughter rang out across the land destroying all hope of a reasonable bedtime. Her eyes teared up and between laughing fits she gulped air and pleaded “Say it again!” Of course, it only got better when she laughed even harder resulting in her letting loose a series of actual farts.
She didn’t end up falling asleep until 10:45 but it was totally worth it; we both needed a good laugh. I think we’re going to be OK.
*A strange symptom of rheumatoid arthritis and fibromyalgia (which I am doubly blessed with) is “brain fog”. For me, this generally manifests itself in my retrieving the wrong word. In this case, to Baby’s great amusement.