Laughter Lives Tuesdays
This post is part of “Laughter Lives! Tuesday” on the Riggs Family Blog. Check our their blog to read everyone else’s “Laughter Lives!” posts.
So since I am kid-less as of yet, I have to borrow my brother’s kiddos for this post…and maybe a friends child as well.
Oh, Joanie!
My brother is blessed with 5 beautiful children under 7 and one on the way. The three year old, Jonas, is especially close to my heart because he is an exuberant middle child and reminds me so much of myself…he is loud, hilarious, and always getting into trouble. In fact, when we were down at my older sister Sarah’s wedding last June, the then- two- year- old Jonas was constantly doing things that reeked of mischief. At one point, Sarah looked at him and said, “Jonas, you’re trouble.” He looked her straight in the face and sternly corrected her, “I’m not trouble. I’m Jonas.” So noted. The rest of the weekend it became a game. He would point to any family member and rename them. I became Daddy, Daddy became, Mommy, and so on, but he would always end with “And I’m Jonas!”
The face says it all. 
My brother loves Johnny Cash. His boys have followed right along, and their favorite song is the Burning Ring of Fire. When my mom went to go visit this past summer, she had her cell phone set to play The Burning Ring of Fire every time her husband called…which is very fitting. The first time it played, Jonas came running into the room saying “That’s my favorite song. Where is that coming from?” Needless to say, the cell phone was a huge hit that visit. Joanie’s version goes something like this: “Down, down, down in da fire!”
The Cookie Monster Dog
We have two great friends, Eric and Teisha, who have two great kids, Gideon and Zanna. Gideon is a surrogate nephew to me, since mine are so far away. I steal him (with his parent’s permission) as much as possible. He loves going to Hannah’s house to see all the animals. He is big enough now, at 2 1/2, that he can actually interact with the dogs in some manner, and they really enjoy this miniature person who is much easier to lick than the tall ones. One weekend, while he was visiting, we were doing some baking. I gave Gideon a cookie and he immediately became the most popular person in the house. Zoe and Pe followed him at such a close proximity that if Giddy stopped too quickly the dogs would bump right into him. He kept telling the dogs, especially Zoe, “No, Zoe. My cookie.” as he wandered in circles around our house. About the 6th or 7th lap, they must have wore him down. I saw him open his hand and OFFER Zoe the cookie, which she gladly accepted. I looked at him and said, “Giddy, where’s your cookie?” He looked at me and shrugged as if he had no idea how it happened but simply said “Zoe got it.” Yeah, I guess she did.
This kid also spent a good part of an hour trying to call our Clevie cat out of the basement, patting his leg like you would call a dog saying “Cm’ere, kitty. Cm’ere!” Well, he was persistent. Clevie just sat and stared at him, of coarse.
Thanks for letting me share my stolen stories.
-Hannah
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Good article!
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