My kids called me a silly mother when they were growing up and all my grandkids call me a silly grandma. I love to play with them largely making a fool of myself. I specialize in animal voices and making up wild stories where they are the characters. I seem to have the gift of making them roll around on the floor laughing and yelling, "Silly grandma." In a way this is out of character for the "public" me in that, insecure as I am, I am cautious about showing a side of myself that might represent crazy, immature, or senile. As a kid myself, I wrote many plays where all the characters were silly and told jokes back and forth. I was usually the moderator, egging them on. I guess this side of my personality got it's start there.
The WiseGeek says, "The Hydra or Lernaean Hydra was a many headed monster in Greek mythology which terrorized visitors near the lake of Lerna in Greece. Killing the Hydra proved to be quite a challenge, as two heads would grow back whenever one was cut off. Hercules seized upon the idea of cauterizing the neck before the new heads had a chance to grow, ultimately defeating the monster as part of a series of tasks he completed which are collectively known as the 12 labors of Hercules. The Hydra is such an enduring mythological figure that the term “hydra” is sometimes used to describe a challenge which seems to keep getting bigger and harder to handle, no matter how hard someone tries to metaphorically behead it."
So, next time I wear my grandson's hydra hat, I may be actually acting out my inner bigger and harder to handle personality--and all of you may need to metaphorically behead me.