Yesterday, while I was tackling my mountain of laundry that never seems to get any smaller no matter how many loads go into the washer, George came up to me and said, “My name is Albert.”
My mind did quite a double-take, let me tell ya! I mean, he’s never even uttered the sentence, “My name is George” and here he is, announcing that his name is Albert.
My first thought was, of course, Who the hell is Albert? I don’t know anyone named Albert, and as far as I know, George doesn’t either.
George giggled, I giggled, the moment passed and he ran off and left me to the mercy of my laundry.
This evening the Albert theme was revived when Gerard gave George a hug and said, “Who does Daddy love?”
George got a twinkle in his eye and yelled out, “ALBERT!” at the top of his lungs, and then collapsed in a heap of helpless giggles.
That George made up this little joke of his own volition is hugely significant. It is not the first time we have seen him display his funny, quirky sense of humour – but this is a new theme. It shows imagination and creativity, and the best part of it is this:
It shows an awareness of the concept of “funny” and an intention to make us laugh.
Have I ever mentioned how much I love this kid…?
