When I got home from work yesterday, Yorkshire Grandma told me a tale of Joshua behaving like a stroppy teenager, which is unusual as normally she defends him to the hilt, always describing him as her angel. Apparently he had had an accident and wet the armchair that he prefers to sit in – ‘Daddy’s chair’ – and so she had changed him and removed the covers for washing. Joshua had then wanted to sit back down but she would not let him as there was no cushion, he would have flopped down onto the hard chair base.
There was then a battle of wills as she tried to maneouvre him to the settee, while he stubbornly insisted on the bare armchair. He was not impressed by her and waved his finger in her face and told her to ‘Go, go, go!’ She explained that she could not leave until mummy got home and insisted that he move to the settee. He gave in and flopped on there, with a groan. He curled up in a huffy ball and she tried to make him more comfortable by placing cushions under his head but he wriggled off them twice in protest.
So when I got home, they were sitting apart and he was still sulking. Yorkshire Grandma told me the story and as she gave me every detail, Joshua looked at me with a cheeky grin, waiting for my reaction. So I faked a shocked response and squeezed in next to him, telling him off. Within seconds, he was beaming and snuggling into me. I love that he understood what tale was being relayed, he knew we were talking about him and his smile told me that he enjoyed being the main news of the day.
It may be hard to believe how much of a sense of humour it is possible to have when you are virtually non-verbal but Joshua has a really cheeky sense of humour, which we think he inherited from his Great Grandad Fred. Joshua’s eyes twinkle, he has a great smile and he can really belly laugh too. It was when we first got back from Great Ormond Street and he was recovering from brain surgery, that he first started to stick his leg out deliberately to trip me up as I walked passed him and then he would snigger. He has a toddler’s sense of humour where rude noises are hilarious and he enjoys being told of in an exaggerated fashion too.He finds it amusing at school too, when he deliberately throws the ball to the wrong child, not the one who has been nominated.
A sense of humour is quite a sophisticated thought process, even if he is amused by childish things, and I am delighted that he is able to express it, and share it, in so many non-verbal ways.