Jokester

When my sister Jenn was little, she used to say she wanted to be a "jokester". She had a wicked sense of humor back then, and this was her young way of finding a name for "comedian".

Ethan is following in her footsteps; although, being a two year old boy, his brand of humor reflects this. "Ma-ohm", he'll call out. When I give him my attention, he gives me a wicked grin. "W-w-whoa, whoa, woooooe", he'll chant as he stands on one leg and wiggles from side to side, ultimately landing as a sprawled out heap of Ethan on the floor. His jaw-splitting grin reveals his satisfaction in his performance. "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! HaH!!" he calls out. "Ma-ohm, I'hm fuhn-neee".