I love my kids’ laughter. The best is when it is a belly laugh. It can be contagious. Someone or something has happened that they think is hilarious, usually a bodily function. I cannot help but laugh too. We may all begin cracking up some of us not even knowing why.
When I was a kid I wrote a poem about my bus driver. One line from it read, “We cannot laugh or even have fun.” At the time I thought she was a grumpy old grouch. What had we done to her anyhow. Flashforward 25 years. I am frustrated with my kids and gripping at them for tiny things when they just want to laugh and have fun. Oh, the irony.