All kids are hilarious deep inside, what with their imaginations and ideas about the world around them.  Here are a few things that have been cracking me up lately about my own little human.  Firstly, I took him to the Big Apple Circus a few days before Christmas and we had a great time.  The two of us were most taken by the delightful clown magician duo that had us laughing one minute and gasping in surprise the next.  At the intermission break Huck said, with legs crossed like he was a fancy grownup, “Since this is my first ever circus maybe I should get a souvenir?”  Since our tickets were free I didn’t say no to spending money on frivolous things that might break before we got home, and we made our way to the front of the tent.  There behind the counter were many amazing light saber type toys, and knowing that his friend Kadin had just gotten one I suggested it.  He shook his head and kept looking, finally picking out three Big Apple Circus magic washcloths for ten bucks. Washcloths!  That’s m’boy.

Secondly, he is of course very very very crazy for magic, and somehow someone in this house introduced him to The Masked Magician.  (It wasn’t me.)  So now when he gets his “screen time” he always requests these horrible videos of exciting tricks followed by a very dramatic explanation of how it’s done.  Secretly, of course, I can’t get enough of these videos because deep inside I too am a magician.  But mostly they’re awful.  Anyway, most of Huck’s time is spent daydreaming about his own tricks, showing them to us while whispering things like “pretend you don’t know how this is done,” and then doing a very long and detailed explanation of the secret behind the trick.  Last night we took cardboard rectangles and made them into sharp blades that I then stabbed him with while he pretended to stand in one of those tall boxes where the magician takes the lady apart.  I then had to open the “door” and reveal to the audience that he was fine while he daintily strutted around the room and batted his pretty eyelashes, because that’s how the “girls” do it in the Masked Magician videos.  That’s m’boy.

And lastly, a few days ago Huck gave me a plain piece of paper and whispered “it’s invisible ink” as he handed me the decoder pen and then ran off to his room.  Here’s what the note said once I revealed the message …

“Meet me under the bed in five minutes for a meeting.”

So I met him under his very tall bed and the meeting was all about the work we had to do in our office, which is something we’ve played since he was about two.  And as I scrunched part way under that bed thinking this was all a little absurd I saw the very serious look on his face.  In his bonkersville child’s brain there was nothing at all strange about lying on his stomach completely under his bed in the dark having a work meeting.

And that’s … m’boy.