Funny Guy
Raimi is developing quite a sense of humor.
Last week, he points at my nose and says “nose,” and then balls his hands up into a little fist. So I say, “Oh, I’m going to steal YOUR nose!” and pretend to steal his nose. So he points at mine again, and again makes a fist and says, “nose.” Then he opens his hands and gets a very serious look on his face, and shrugs and says, “Gone.” “My nose is gone?!? Oh no! Where did it go?” I ask. He laughs – chuckles deeply – and then composes himself and points out the window with a dead serious look and says, “Window. Gone.”
I start laughing, so of course he dissolves into a fit of giggles. Then he gets serious again, and touches my nose again, and I say, “Oh thank you for giving me my nose back!” and look relieved, and he thinks that’s hilarious, too. He touches my nose again, makes a fist, and then opens it and says, “Gone,” shrugging his arms with his hands out, palms up. Pointing out the window, “Gone.”
While he’s happy to be silly with me, it seems that he’s not too young to object to me being silly in public. Last night at the grocery store, they were playing the Bee Gees’ “More Than a Woman,” and I started dancing a little bit — not the full disco, just a little spazzy arm flailing, and saying, “Raimi look, mommy’s dancing.” And even though he had been in a perfectly good mood, he sort of pushed at me, and said very sternly, “No, Mommy.”