Falling In Mutual Weirdness And Calling It Love

23 months.

Very seldom do I credit the word “genius” to artists of my lifetime, because it can be a pretty cliche thing to say. People say Quentin Tarantino and Lady Gaga are geniuses. To that, I submit a circa-2010 “Meh…”.

But there is no doubt about it: Dr. Seuss, who died in 1991, when I was only 10, was definitely a genius artist.

There’s a quote which is often credit to him, though it was actually comes from p.115 of True Love: Stories Told to and by Robert Fulgham:

“We’re all a little weird, and life’s a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”

That, my friends, is also genius. That is the kind of quote I am jealous of because I didn’t think of it first.

It doesn’t just apply to the person you marry. For me, it also obviously applies to the relationship between my son and me.

He’s only 23 months-old. So for anything weird he does, like his impression of a snake that involves flapping his arms like a chicken, barking like a dog, and covering his nipples, all while he tries to go potty as his Mommy and Dada watch, he has a solid excuse.

I’m 31 years old. Somehow that gives me less of an excuse to be weird.

Since he’s my son and is exposed to my weirdness on a daily basis, he gets an extra dose; on top of the God-given weirdness he already has.

Needless to say, the two of us have joined up in our mutual weirdness and call it love.

In his ever-renewing resistance to falling asleep for naps and bedtime, I have to step up my game as needed.

Recently he’s been going down less easily, so as of 3 weeks ago, I invented a technique that I, for some unknown reason, named “droning.”

Imagine what it would sound like combining the African back-up singers on Paul Simon’s acclaimed Graceland album with your token chanting monk:


On repeat for like 4 minutes.

It’s basically the human equivalent to the white noise a humidifier makes if you could turn up the volume on one.

I hum this into the side of his cheek as I hold him, then lay him down in his bed once he gets in the trance, and then I do it again for a couple more minutes to let it all really soak in.

If he isn’t deep enough in his sleep mode when I start backing out of the room while still droning, he politely calls out in the dark room:


It’s his way of saying, “Will you keep doing that weird thing that helps me fall asleep?”

I appreciate when he does that. It shows me he likes my weirdness. He asks for my weirdness.

Cool kid.


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