Okay, stay with me on this as we dance towards the punchline…

My youngest son Harrison is a bright, cute kid. He’s cursed with weirdness in his veins though…he is related to me after all. All of my kids have various peculiar behaviors. Harrison has been blessed with several peculiar behaviors. One of those curiosities revolves around eating.

Since the day he started eating solid food, this kid has felt the need to hum while eating. It’s almost like human purring if you can imagine such a thing. Sometimes it breaks out into something approximating singing, but that’s a more recent development.

Taryn, my 6 year old daughter has some weird habits too. Ummmm, she sings while on the potty. And did I mention that she does this rather LOUDLY?

Speaking of the potty…we’re having trouble getting Harrison to potty train. We’ve tried everything you can think of. Heck we’ve done this twice now you’d think we could pull it off, but he’s fighting us in his own little ways. Anyway, we can get him to go pee just fine, though he wont tell you that he needs to go, you just have to catch him at the right moment and stick on the potty and he’ll go. But, no matter what we’ve tried, we just can’t seem to get him to poop on the potty…even when we know he needs to.

I had the epiphany last night maybe Taryn had the answer for us. He can’t seem to eat without humming so maybe we need to get him to hum while sitting on the potty to get the poop out.

Without missing a beat, my wife said, “what hums in must hum out”.

ROFL!!!!

Cosby knew it. The funniest material comes from the mouth of a child.

My 6 year old daughter was the source of hilarity this evening.

Most kids don’t want to go to bed when it’s time. It’s fun (looking back, it’s seldom fun at the moment) watching the schemes and the reasons that they come up with to avoid bedtime. Well, Taryn (that’s my daughter) takes the cake with an idea so silly it’s actually original…..

She claimed that her eyes hurt whenever she closed them. Priceless.

I asked her if she’d been in pain all day…

she looks quizzically at me…

well, you have been blinking all day right?

::very unhappy little girl::

Repeated luck isn’t luck. Repeated bad luck isn’t bad luck. Repeated luck is more accurately labeled as skill. Repeated bad luck is called incompetence.

There is such a thing as random hapenstance. Rolling the dice is still rolling the dice…that’s not the kind of luck I mean. I’m talking about life in general. Sure, there’s some randomness there, some luck. But the more I observe, it seems to me that people who constantly find themselves on the short end of the stick make or have made a series of choices that put them in a position where “bad luck” was more likely to strike. Likewise, there are their counterparts. Those who seem to make a series of choices that put them in a position to take advantage of good fortune when it comes around.

Question is – which one are you?