Laughter is...

good for everything!

On our most recent vacation, I got as good a laugh as an I've ever had.

Kids. Kids make me laugh.

We were having a conversation about what it means to be racist (I know, doesn't sound like a conversation that lends to laughter). I was explaining to 2 of the kids what racism is and how there are differences between what "race" someone is and what "ethnicity" they are sometimes. This lead to a conversation about our family's ethnicity. The conversation was as follows:

B: "So, what are we?"
Me: "We're German on my side of the family and English and French on your dad's side."
Dad: "No, I'm German-Irish."
Me: "That explains a lot."
D: "But I thought we were French. Gramma said she's French."
Me: "Well, I was adopted so my ethnic background is different than Gramma's."
D: "You were adopted? What's that mean?"
Me: "It means, even though Gramma and Grampa raised me, I didn't come from Gramma's belly."
D: <looks quizzically and thoughtfully>
B: "Huh, I didn't know that. (questions about my biological parents here)"
D: <still thinking then looks excitedly and says> "LET'S TELL GRAMMA!"

Hubby was upstairs in the loft and lost it. He was laughing so hard, I was laughing so hard, and Dani's just looking at us all confused.

"Let's tell Gramma." 3 little words that set off a fit of laughter and an explanation of why that's so funny.

I called my mom to tell her what had transpired, she laughed her self silly as well...

Out of the mouths of babes.

~Kim