We're Not Laughing At You, We're Laughing WITH You

Yesterday, my three-year-old son walked directly into the open door of the car. He's so distracted lately and clumsy thanks to his growing body, that he bruises himself several times a day.

Although he's usually pretty tough, this injury really stung, and he started to cry. We comforted him, got in the car, and drove off to the birthday party we were attending.

And then my husband started to laugh.

He was totally cracking up while describing to me (quietly) how silly the whole "walking into the door" incident went down. So I started laughing as well and my son wanted to know what we were all laughing at.

So my husband told him. He said something like, "We're laughing at YOU! Since you're OK now, we're laughing at how you ran into the door. It was funny."

And my son, in his deadpan voice, said, "Well, it wasn't funny to me."

Which, of course, we thought was hysterical.

He's probably scarred for life now.