Lilo’s Sense of Humour

I love that at least once each day Lilo does something that makes me bust a gut laughing. It’s not always entirely intentional – I’m not saying that at 18 months she’s already developed a sense of humour, though she does have a very infectious laugh, and loves to giggle at all sorts of things. But more often then not, it’s her unintentional actions that crack me up. And sometimes, she’ll do something that will make half of me want to scream, while the other half is dying laughing. Two examples for earlier this week:

Wednesday night Vone was at the Raptors game so Lilo and I spent the evening on our own at home. Just before bed, she was sitting on my lap when her favourite cat Bailey came walking by. She patted her hand on her chest to call him over, something she’s already picked up from Vone and I, and Bailey happily joined us on the couch. As Lilo was tugging and squeezing him – which Bailey oddly seems to enjoy, even though it looks quite painful – I thought I’d show her how to give him a kiss on the head. Lilo watched as I gave him a few little kisses, and decided she’d give it a try. She forceful wrapped both hands around the sides of his head and pulled him towards her face. Staring him directly in the face, with less than an inch of separation, she mimicked my kissing motion as best she could – and spit straight into his eye! I couldn’t help but laugh as Lilo looked shocked and confused, while Bailey ran startled from the room.

Last night, Vone and I ordered a bucket from KFC – a longstanding family tradition on the first day of March Madness. As the delivery guy arrived, I was happily watching basketball on the big TV, while Lilo sat quietly in her little chair, enjoying her own program on the small TV in her play area. When the doorbell rang Vone paused the TV, tossed the remote control on the couch, and answered the door. I picked up the bags of food and took them to the kitchen while Vone paid the delivery man. We then served ourselves some dinner and returned to the living room where the remote control was no where to be found. We looked high and low, under and behind all of the cushions on the couch, and even in the kitchen and front hall area incase Vone had mistakenly taken it with her. After 5 minutes of searching and retracing Vone’s steps we noticed Lilo: still sitting quietly in her chair in the play area, clutching her bottle in one hand, and the remote in the other. The little stealthy cat burglar had taken the momentary flurry of activity, caused by the delivery man’s arrival, as a perfect opportunity to swipe the remote.

And then, there was last night at 4:00 a.m. when she was crying for half an hour – oh wait, that didn’t make me laugh at all…