When my kids laugh - and I don't mean a little giggle; I mean a full volumed, throat gurgling belly laugh - I love that sound so much that I don't want to ask them to stop doing the thing that's making them laugh, no matter how gross or inappropriate.
Luke's latest belly laugh inducing activity is joking about who he is going to vote for. His class is having a mock election, and he is having fun messing with John and me as to his voting choice. This came out of the blue, when he told us innocently in the car the other day that he was going to vote for John McCain. We all busted out laughing, and a new form of entertainment was born.
Every hour he is voting for someone different. Some of his candidates are very much boy-friendly (John Poop) and others make no sense whatsoever (I'm voting for False Alarm). The more nonsensical his candidate, the bigger the laugh.
So I asked him the other day what he would do if he were President. He said, "First thing, I would make Dad buy me a four-wheeler." I knew that one was coming after this experience.
"Next," he said, "no one would be able to have any toys because they would have to give them all to me." That got another round of laughter. I didn't bother telling him that he would never get elected with that platform. Instead I said, "Santa wouldn't appreciate that very much."
"Well, he would be FIRED," said Luke followed by more raucous laughter.
When that laugh turns sinister, I'll know it's time to worry.