This happened about three years ago.
Kiddo#2 came into my bedroom where I was folding laundry and asked what I was doing. “Nothing,” I said. She asked what I had stepped on (huh?) and I said nothing again.
She asked, “What does your guardian angel do?”
I replied, “Lots of things.”
For reference, this is the same Kiddo who came to me one day when she was three, and out of the blue, said to me, “Mommy? Are guardian angels nice? Or do they be rude?” To which I replied, “Angels are always polite.” And then, very very cautiously, I said, “Sweetie, why do you want to know?” But she didn’t reply with, “Well, I wanted to know if I can go talk to that one over there” so all was well. Chalk it up to childhood curiosity (which is also the category where the next conversation should be chalked up.)
She said, “Does he do macaroni and cheese?”
No, I replied, he probably has never done macaroni and cheese. (If he has, then I need to seriously reconsider my understanding of Heaven, but I digress.)
Then she said, “Does he do the macaroni and cheese dance?”
The macaroni and cheese dance?
“Yes,” she said giggling.
I said no, he probably had never done that either.
Then Kiddo#2 proceeded to do a dance right there in my bedroom, waving her arms and pivoting in place, smirking but at the same time being completely serious about her sweeping gestures and four-year-old version of gracefulness. She confirmed for me that yes indeed, this was the macaroni and cheese dance.
I managed to hold it together enough to say, “Well, now that he’s seen it, he knows how to do it, so he can add it to the list of things he can consider doing.”
And when I said that, I felt this tension high up in my throat and shoulders, and I knew my guardian angel was laughing.
I post this so that now you too can add something to the list of things you can consider doing: if you ever want to make an angel laugh, ask him if he can do the macaroni and cheese dance. If necessary, demonstrate.