Where is my funny bone...

Where is my funny bone?

A few weeks ago one year old Baby Dan came over for a sleep over. I said good morning to  him with a song about how the power supply was running low and the light on the meter had gone red red red and we need to rush rush rush to the supermarket to buy power power power or else he would have no porridge porridge porridge.

Dan was roaring in laugther at this impromptu senseless song, not because he understood a thing I was singing but because of how I was singing. That’s all it takes to make Baby Dan flash his gorgeous milk teeth smile.

Baby Dan left me wondering what had happened to my funny bone, what happened to my ability to laugh at everything and nothing. I wish I could look and listen with the eyes and ears of a one year old. Oblivious to the meanings of the words but content in finding joy in the sound of my voice and my funny faces.

In the words of Amarjit Pal if you can not laugh at the same joke again, why cry over the same problem several times? easier said than done. We grownups do the direct opposite, we turn our backs on the bright side and focus our attention on the gloomy dark side. We quickly get over the positive stories but stay fixated on the negative stories…

We really should stop it ‘forthwith’…

On that note, a reward of laughs and smiles is being offered to anyone who can help me find my funny bone...