Every once in awhile, I post my middle son's silly face. I can't help but laugh when I do--I mean I think he has got one of the funniest faces I have ever seen. I remember when I was his age and tried to make funny faces and mine never hardly ever got a laugh.
Call it what it is, I laugh at my son.
But who wouldn't?
He and I make it a contest now to see if he can create a sillier face than his last. I whip out my camera and start shooting away while he pulls funny faces for ten minutes.
He's going to hate me when he's older.
Sometimes I feel badly about exploiting his cross-eyes. Truth be told, he can't help it. He and his older brother have a condition known as nystagmus that make their eyes shake back and forth (although my middle son certainly has the worse of the two). When he tries to control his eyes, like when making silly faces, his eyes go wonky and that is why he makes perfect silly faces without much effort.
Yep, I think I am going to hell.
Or at least this kid is going to give me hell when he's older and understands that his momma has been laughing at his eyes this whole time.
Oh well, I guess he can laugh at my crooked teeth.
Or my pointed ear.
Or my green bean lips.
I deserve it.
I love that little boy and don't know what I'd do without him. He may have goofy eyes, but he is still the most perfect little boy to me.
Mommas are always biased. Or at least this one here is.
Besides, laughter is the best medicine, right?
I'll dig myself out of my hole later.