Somehow, my kids knew that today was a good day to make me laugh.
First, this morning: E, 10, has been in a musical theater mood lately. We were sitting at our side-by-side computers at the desk in the kitchen, and he was humming to himself. Do you know Hair? Yes, lots of kid-inappropriate material for sure, but I can't deny my child "Aquarius" or "Let the Sun Shine" in good conscience. I figure the racy stuff will go over his head.
And so he's humming "Initials" from Hair, which goes like this:
LBJ took the IRT
Down to 4th street, USA
When he got there, what did he see?
The youth of America on LSD.
But what does E sing?
...When he got there, what did he see?
The youth of America on MSG.
And I laughed.
Then at bedtime, W, 7, took a turn cracking me up. I'm starting a new job tomorrow, my first full-time job in more than 10 years, and I was telling W that I'm a little nervous.
"It's like the first day of school," I told him. "Lots of people I don't know, a new desk, new work to do. It's scary."
"Don't worry, Mommy," he said sweetly and sleepily. "You'll make lots of new friends."
And, again, I laughed. Tomorrow, when I'm nervously moving through my first day in my new job, trying to adjust to my new role as Working Mom, I will think about MSG and making new friends, and I'll feel better.