Since Bethany and The Boy have a ba-a-a-a-d case of diarrhea – what’s that? TMI? Too Much Info? I haven’t even started with the details yet…
Anyway, since there is sickness in the house, I had a nice chat with a friend this morning about potty humor and boys and the whys and wherefores thereof. We found ourselves talking about the hidden laugh – the one you do even though you really don’t want your kids to see you laughing because IT’S NOT FUNNY. Like when The Boy serenaded his baby sister: “My butt is in my underwear, my underwear, my underwear,” or the one about “Your poop is yummy to yoooooo!”
I often find myself trying to cover a smile or hide the fact that I’m laughing because I don’t want to encourage the behavior, or I want to make sure that my correction is taken seriously. But you know what? I hope it never gets too easy. I want to always fight that laugh. I’d much rather struggle with my own laughter than my anger while correcting a child – especially when I’m correcting foolish immaturity rather than rebellion.
If they do catch on? Well, usually they knew it was funny anyway. They knew they wouldn’t get off the hook just because they made us laugh. So the laugh doesn’t help them, it just helps us. And since we were created in God’s image, it makes me wonder if God ever laughs at our foolishness, even while He chastens us.