Those stormy moments we have with Sweetboy? They are always, eventually, countered by the treasured sound of his laughter. His giggle and guffaw do more to soothe our tattered hearts… I believe that God provided Sweetboy’s laughter as a gift, wrapped up in this quirky melancholy son of ours.
And nothing makes my Sweetboy laugh harder than people talking in accents. If you ask him why, he’ll tell you that he finds different accents “interesting”. And, in his mind apparently, interesting = hilarious.
This child is obsessed with All Things Geography, so it should come as no surprise that he enjoys learning how the people speak over in, say… Wales. Or Mozambique. Or France.
I seized the moment, recently, when we were in the midst of a full on meltdown, to try out an accent that I’d been working on to make him laugh. (Try asking Mr. Google how to speak in a Welsh accent, some time. Pure entertainment.) And it worked. Oh, how it worked!
He instantly snapped out of his deep dark place and asked, “Do you think they speak like that on the Western border of England, too, mama?”
“Wales is on the western border of England. So, do you think that the people who live in England on the western border, but on the England side, not the Wales side…”
I now see who got my propensity for wordiness.
Seeing something worth moving his mind out of that negative parking space for, we were off on a You Tube search for “Welsh Accents”.
Just a few days ago, it was National Drink Wine Day. Serious. I took that as a sign that I should work on my Italian accent. Maybe from the Tuscany region?