Finding the funny in life isn’t hard when you are raising a little comedian. Bias aside, my 2-year old says the most outlandish, insightful things. While they may be inadvertently at my expense sometimes, I’ve learned to laugh first and cry later.

For example, he tells me I’m a penguin. It’s pretty perceptive when you think about the fact that my preggy belly is now making me waddle to compensate when my feet are the size of sausages at the end of the day.

But then I feel much better when he tells my husband just how BIG he is and I am very small in the tiniest mouse voice. Again this makes sense, though. David swings him through the air with the greatest of ease as peals of laughter erupt. Lately, I’m much more cautious with Evan, and to him, that makes me less of a force of nature. I’ll take the tiny comments where I can since I feel ever-expanding in my second pregnancy.

Then there is how his voices for Tub Time Friends Percy, Thomas, and Salty all have a way of sounding similar, but slyly reinforce that the best thing in life are Foo Naks (or fruit snacks, if you will). Granted, I haven’t figured out how molded plastic will ingest the requested fruit snacks, but my sly boy assures me they must have them to take baths so Evan can be super clean.

Whatever the case may be, Evan reminds me daily that life is only as serious as you take it. And for that, it’s my quest to focus on the funny from here on out.