I would rather die than live a humorless life. Someone famous must have said that one time or another, if not they should have, because it’s brilliant. True and brilliant.
My husband is one of the funniest people I know. He can make me laugh like no other. He can also piss me off like no other, but I’ll save that for a different series. Things get tense between us when we have forgotten to laugh. Let me re-phrase, things get tense between us, when I forget to laugh. Let’s face it even though our children are the best comedians, they can also annoy us, test us, challenge us…and that’s when I fail to see any humor in the situation.
Last spring our son stayed the night with his aunt. His first sleepover without his big sister. The next day he told me when he got sad and started to miss us, he asked his aunt to tickle him saying that would make him happy again. All she had to do, mama, was tickle me, then I was fine.
It would be great to be able to operate like that. When I’ve been upset with my husband and he has tried to tickle me, I re-acted a little differently than my son did with his aunt. I don’t think there was blood or a black eye, but there was definitely swearing and evil looks involved.