Laughing helps . . .

How do I explain what you are about to experience?

What kind of pre-schooler would like for his Mom to read Calvin and Hobbes as bedtime stories? The kind Jody and I conceived. When Travis was little, we spent hours and hours and hours imitating this particular strip of Calvin's faces and laughing ourselves to exhaustion. Recently, we were in need of some big laughs to relieve some stress over an outside issue.

I pulled out Calvin and Hobbes and my camera: Mom, you're just like a girl. You get a camera and now you say "Oooooo. Let's take a picture!"

Calvin helped us laugh off the stress. My digital camera means you can look and laugh, too.

This diversion was even more fun with a teenager than it was with a preschooler . . .



We laughed so much we cried . . .

Our sides hurt . . .



Our laughter shook the camera . . .

And of course, I laughed so hard I peed my pants (I've had a baby, that's what happens) . . .

Here's what I have to say to anyone who disses my boy:

I'm a mamma grizzly. You betcha! I guess that qualifies me to run for Senator or Governor or even President.