My second part of living like a kid is a little trickier. It has to do with joy. More specifically, it has to do with laughter. When was the last time you laughed so hard you fell off your chair? For Child #1 it was last night when I sang Katy Perry's "Last Friday Night" in my mama pygmy puff voice.
|A picture, for those of you unfamiliar with pygmy puffs.|
|She was a great speaker!|
My friend, who is very well-read, was surprised. "I don't remember any children's books by Ursula LeGuin," she told me as we were walking from the parking lot toward the speech venue.
"Oh, you must have read them. You know, the whole Wrinkle in Time series."
She stopped walking and grabbed me by the elbow. "Johanna, that's not Ursula LeGuin," she said.
It was before the lecture started so she pulled out her phone again and a moment later she said, "Oh honey, Madeleine L'Engle' died in 2007." I like to think Madeleine L'Engle would have found this information as funny as we did. Some of the people in the audience, however, did not think it was funny to see two grown women laughing hysterically in the back row.
The point to this story, aside from proving that I'm a complete doofus who doesn't know her L'Engles from her LeGuins, is the laughter. I wish I could laugh like that more often. But laughter is tricky. It's not something you can set out to accomplish, like stomach crunches or making your bed. It's spontaneous, and as such amorphous.
Wish me luck! I'm hoping this part of living like a kid doesn't turn out to be my white whale. That one's Melville, right?