humor, wa-wa, and sorting chalk

The evolving nature of humor:

• March 2025: farting noises = literal funniest thing ever
• April 2025: farting noises = mid. Situational humor is king. Specifically, the following scenario: BB lies down on the couch. “Good night, BB!” I say, lying down beside him. Then he pushes me off the couch. I land on the floor with a thud. “Hey!!” I say. “You pushed me off the bed!!” Then I get back on the couch and we repeat x10.
• May 2025: There wasn’t one big joke of the weekend, but BB did love shutting the sunroom door on me. Then we made faces at each other through the glass. Also, on Monday morning, we got on this jag of stomping on leaves while yelling “BOOM!” It was hilarious. You had to have been there.

The leaf thing happened because, on Monday morning, Mom suggested taking BB to the park in the wagon. She even said “BB, would you like to go to the park in the wagon?” and he nodded. Then she was like “okay, I gotta shower and get ready, give me half an hour” but BB was already running to put on his shoes. So the two of us hung out in the yard for the next half hour. We watched the neighbor power washing his sidewalk (any machine that makes noise is automatically very cool) and looked at birds and picked up fallen apples and stomped on leaves. It was a great time.

The day before, the premier activity in the yard was watering the plants. BB waters the plants on the balcony at home, so he knows all about watering. Every time we entered the sunroom, he would point at the plants: “Wa-wa. Wa-wa. Wa-wa.”

Outside the garage, Dad has a couple of gallon milk jugs with the tops cut off next to the rainwater collection pond. BB had a great time watering every plant in sight, as well as several empty pots and a wheelbarrow. The watering session came to an abrupt end when BB fell into the pond. He scooped up too much water for him to lift the jug, overbalanced, and toppled in. I fished him out. He wasn’t too wet (head completely dry, left side mostly dry) and seemed pretty much unfazed, but watering time was over and his parents had to do an emergency load of laundry.

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Unrelated: It’s interesting that organizing and sorting things seems to be a natural human impulse. Sunday evening at the park, someone left out a big box of sidewalk chalk. Possibly the owner was still at the park, but it was left unattended for long enough I figured they wouldn’t mind us using some. So it became community chalk as I drew a fire-breathing t-rex and a goobbue.

BB did some drawing, but he was more interested in the chalk as objects. He first put them all back in the box. Then he dumped them all out. Then he selected all the pink chalk, put them in the box, and dumped them out separately from the rest of the chalk. It’s just what one does with colored objects and a box.