My-my-my Poker FaceMarch 7, 2010 at 11:08 pm | Posted in Giggles | 9 Comments
“If that’s your poker face, you’re in trouble, Bubba.”
So said my husband to Giggles the other night. They were running around our kitchen island, Giggles clomp-galloping in Daddy’s work loafers and trying desperately to outsmart Daddy’s tickling fingers. But my son? Couldn’t stop laughing. (And tripping.)
He has a great laugh. It’s infectious, whole-hearted, bubbly — all those words you always hear to describe a good laugh. But, it’s … more than that. Better. (And I’m not biased. Much.)
Know When to Walk Away, Know When to Run
When I’m trying to get him dressed and his shirt tickles his chin just so, it’s a squish-your-eyes-shut kind of laugh. When the cat slips under the table to mash his head into Giggles’ toes, it’s an applesauce-out-your-nose kind of laugh. When he’s running for dear life through the living room clutching Lollipop’s dearest, most treasured necklace/book/scrap of paper, it’s a holy-cow-she’s-gonna-pummel-me-and-I-love-it kind of laugh.
Maybe that’s the best thing about it. Once he starts, he just can’t stop. Even when it’s inopportune. When he races Lollipop up the stairs every night for their bath (a contest created and administered by Daddy and not-all-together-Mommy-approved, let me add), he stops, turns to look at Lollipop on his heels, and doubles over in, well, a fit of giggles.
She wins. Every night. And he just laughs.
Personality in Spades
Of course, every joker has a dark side. And for Giggles, it’s crying just as hard as he laughs. If he’s unhappy that you chose his tennis shoes and not his train shoes? If he wants to watch his favorite show about trucks and Lollipop is making him sit through the Sesame Street about princesses (again)? If he wants more milk and you deign to suggest he first try a bite of broccoli?
That’s the thing that both thrills and scares me: The kid wears his heart on his sleeve, if ever a kid did. You know exactly where you stand with him. So will his friends, his teachers, his future colleagues. And the ladies? The Ladies will Love Cool Giggles.
His Trump Card
But so will the bullies. The car salesmen. The other poker players of the world’s trades, all looking to pull one over on the guy who can’t hide his smile. Or his sadness.
I can only dash off a quick prayer to Lady Luck that his emotional honesty will help him, not hurt him. That in the end, his laughter and his tears are his poker face. And that he’ll rake in a big pot of happiness because of them.
Because when he laughs like he does? We’re the ones who show our cards. And he wins, hands down.