Last night, I stuck my finger in the husband's nose and then tried to stick the same finger in his mouth, while yelling "EAT IT!" at him.
I torture him like this all the time. It's especially fun to do while he's driving and can't fight back.
Finger in the nose, finger in the ear, pinch the nipple. He even made it part of our wedding vows.
When my father, who is twice divorced and bitter, stayed with us recently he said to me one morning "I heard you guys laughing and having a good time last night"
"I'm sorry, were we being too loud?"
"No, no, it was just nice to hear how much fun you two have together"
He had a good point. The husband and I do have a great time together, but we often wonder what people would think if they knew what we were laughing at.
For lack of a better term, we are silly.
We have contests to see who can make the ugliest face, and then argue over who won, we giggle when someone mentions Dr. Bone, and orthopedist, and we instantly turn into Beavis and Butthead when we hear the words, boob, poop, or rectal.
Hee hee. RECTAL.
I'm often afraid that the Grown Up Police will come to my door and arrest me for impersonating a grown up.
My husband and I have a lot of stress and responsibilities in our lives, so is it really such a bad thing that we spend our down time having nostril flaring contests?
I think too many people rush to be "adults" and they leave their childhoods in the dust. Sometimes, they are so busy being adults, they forget how to relate to children, or how to have fun.
I know a couple who has an almost thirteen year old daughter who is having some behavioral problems. They think that when she turns 15, things will change and she will get better. Don't ask me why they've chosen 15 as the magic age, but it's like they don't remember what being 15 is like. NOTHING gets better at 15. They're so busy playing adult, they've forgotten what it's like to be a kid, much less a teenager.
I think there is a balance between being a responsible adult and still having fun.
I think my husband and I have achieved that balance.
I take care of sick relatives, pay the bills, take the animals to the vet, and run the household, but I also, sit on the floor and play with my dog, watch cartoons, drink hot chocolate, like to color with crayons, love Disney movies, and when I feel sick, I want my mommy.
In some ways I think our "immaturity" will make us better parents because we will be able to relate to, and understand, our children.
I have the rest of my life to be an adult, I'm going to cling to my childhood for as long as I can.
Are you with me?