When I commented to Cheyenne early in the winter that our dog Chompers sure had to go out a lot lately she remarked, “He has a tiny bladder…he has the bladder of a squirrel.”  This caused me to spontaneously laugh out loud.  Where does she come up with these things and who even thinks of such stuff?  A comparative analysis of bladder size from one species to another…oddly, I never in all my years considered the topic.  Have you? Clearly, Cheyenne has.

Cheyenne regularly cracks me up with the things she says and does.  When I told her a couple months back that I was going to contact her art teacher and ask for a copy of a photo he took of her for an art project she audibly guffawed and self-assuredly noted that I didn’t even know how to reach him.  She didn’t even display her typical fear of my interacting with her personal school sphere – she just dismissed it as beyond my ability.  After I not only emailed the art teacher, but also received a response back from him with the requested photo (and told her of my success) she looked at me quizzically and asked, “You did?”  Again, I had to laugh out loud at both the absurdity that she thought I perhaps didn’t have the skill to acquire the photo and the alternative – the notion that even if I did possess some mediocre ability – that I would shy away from contact with the outside world.  Hello!  Has she met her mother?

I have to say, it is a beautiful thing and a blessing to be endlessly amused by the things that come out of your child’s mouth.  Not that she is always charming or striving for a laugh, but sometimes the emphasis or the exasperation is in-and-of-itself damn funny.

Kids are like that though  – so funny in the way they experience the world and evolve.   To hear her thoughts on life some days is to remember that the world is socially constructed by each individual.  My life and interactions in the world rarely offer the high drama that her life and interactions do – thank goodness.  I have evolved past the absurdities that are the daily fare of pre-teens and in the process my imagination has been reigned in a bit…a bit, but not so much that I am not humored by the expansiveness and creativity that Cheyenne can pull out at any moment.

So yes, Chompers has the bladder of a squirrel and I have the laughs that come with being a parent…I think all is right with the world – at least as long as the dog’s bladder isn’t full. 😉

Day six hundred and thirty-one of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C