This kid is so funny.
His job in our house is to make us laugh.
I love his knock knock jokes.
I love that he is his best audience.
It doesn't matter if anyone else laughs...he laughs...and that's all he cares about.
Last night, Aaron was working on the apartment next door, so it was just me and the boys eating dinner together.
Hayden says...in a very loud, dramatic way, of course...
"I know a game we can play! Guess what song I'm singing."
Then do you know what he did?
He just sat there.
Looking at us.
We waited too. Surely something was about to happen.
Then Hayden said, "Do you give up?"
This is when it became clear to us what was going on. Anson was NOT impressed with this game.
He said, "Hayden. You have to do something."
Hayden said, "No. The game is, you guess what song I'm singing."
Then Hayden sat still and silent again. Waiting.
Anson looks over at me, shakes his head and then says, "Hayden...this is impossible."
I said, "Hayden, are you going to move your mouth or tap a beat or something?"
Hayden, getting a little irritated at us, sighs and says, "No. That's not how you play this game. In this game, you just guess what song I'm singing."
Anson goes back to eating and says, "That's impossible Hayden. There's no way to guess if you're not going to do SOMETHING."
Then I say, in a tone of voice that means, surely you haven't thought this game through very well..."Hayden, are we just supposed to read your mind?" I thought for sure he would see the error of his ways and understand that this game needed to go back to the drawing board...but no...instead he said...
"YES!" He was so excited! He was relieved that I now understood his game...that we could finally get back to playing it now that his silly family now understood his rules. It never occurred to him that his rules were insane. So he went back to...
ready for us to guess.
After guessing about 19,000 songs, we had to finally give up. His song was "You can't touch this."
Speaking of music...got to love this MP3 player child.
He is constantly hooked up to one.
The other day, he walked into the bathroom where I was getting ready and said, "Mom. I need some Joss Stone on this thing."
I wanted to squeeze his guts out he's so cute.
Then, in the middle of the night last night, he comes into our room BAWLING.
I mean BAWLING.
He had a bad dream.
I held him in my bed and asked him what his dream was about and he could barely get out these words through his choking sobs...
"I dreamed Anson died."
I can't explain to you how upset he was.
I let him sleep the remainder of the night in our bed.
When he woke up, he walked right into the living room and climbed in my lap.
"I had a bad dream last night," was the first thing he said.
I held him, rubbed his back and asked him to tell me all about it.
He said...having to pause to keep from crying again...
I continued to rock him, playing with his hair, watching his sad face and said, "That's so sad, Hayden. What happened in your dream?"
He said, "Anson was in the bathroom..."
"Yeah...I said..." I could think of lots of horrible things that could happen in a bathroom. Don't all scary movies have at least ONE bathroom part?
But then Hayden says, "And then Anson wanted to see if he could put his toothbrush down his throat...so he stuck it down there and he started choking..."
Hayden started crying again. No joke.
"And then he couldn't get it out, and he fell on the floor and I couldn't get it out either."
"And then he Diiiiiieeeed." Lots of crying.
And then I did something only awful mothers do who have horribly funny children.
I started laughing.
Holding Hayden and laughing while he cried.
But then he started laughing.
And then I made him go find Aaron and tell him his dream.
And then Aaron tried to tell Hayden that was a really sad dream, but could barely say that because Aaron was trying so hard to quit smiling.
Even Hayden's nightmares are hilarious.
We love that kid!