In our house, affection is often shown by gentle teasing and picking on each other. For the 16 (!!!) years Dan and I have been together, we’ve joked around together, laughing at both of our faults and traits and we’re OKAY with that. It’s how we are. I can laugh at myself! I can take his fat jokes when I’m pregnant! (BUT THE MINUTE THAT BABY COMES OUT, THEY CEASE TO BE FUNNY. HE KNOWS THIS.) And he takes my joking about his small, soft programmer hands.
The interesting part of all of this is when we added kids into the mix. I didn’t really think about how they’d pick up on it until I realized that by age three, Maggie was starting to pick on Dan all the time. She LOVES to play jokes on him, pretend his kisses make her throw up, etc. And when Audrey was born, her very first nickname was Poopy so now that word is used a lot in our house.
I know. I suppose some people may judge us for letting our kids use words like “poopy” and hey, that’s fine. My thinking has always been if that’s the worst thing we deal with from our kids? We’re doing okay. There ARE words we don’t allow (words like “hate” and “stupid” and actual name-calling, ACTUAL curse words, etc) but we just have a general understanding in our house that when we’re joking around? We’re joking around. We love each other. Hugs. Poopyface. Love you. You know.
Anyway. So the other day, Audrey was playing with the karaoke machine and decided to sing a song to her daddy. She’s totally my favorite now.
(I expect a note or a phone call from school aaaaaany day now…!)