After dinner I laid down on the sofa for a few minutes. I had a headache and wanted to close my eyes, give the ibuprofen a few encouraging thoughts to speed it on its way. Raphael trundled up to me.
“What yoo doin’, Mama?”
“Can ah rest wif yoo?”
He clambered up next to me and snuggled in. One damp little hand reached up to pat my face.
“Yoo are my Mama,” he sighed contentedly.
“That’s right. And you’re my Raphael.”
“Dat’s right. An’ yoo are my Raphayell,” he returned.
“What?” I grabbed him in mock astonishment, causing him to giggle. This is a favorite game at the moment. He walks up to me and announces he’s my mama or I’m his son, and I grab him and act shocked. He giggles. I giggle. We’re a regular riot act.
Max wandered up, wondering what the laughing was about, so Raphael and I pretended to be asleep so Max could wake us. We lay still, snoring quietly. When Max touched our arms, whispering, “Hey, wake up, guys,” we jumped and shouted a hearty “HUH?”
Belly laughing. Max fell down on the floor in fake surprise and we all laughed until there were tears in our eyes. Then Max wanted a turn, so Raphael climbed off the couch, laughing at the very thought of waking Max and me up. Max laid down next to me, and we closed our eyes. However, the sheer anticipation of the “waking” was too much, and neither Max nor Raphael could stop laughing long enough for us to act asleep. Max shook with suppressed hilarity next to me, while Raphael stood next to us, laughing until he bent over, clutching his belly and drooling on my arm.
If someone had walked in just then and asked what we were laughing at, I would have had to tell them we were planning to pretend to be asleep…then wake up…and go “HUH?”
It wouldn’t have sounded all that funny, but I tell ya – we know how to have a good time.