With a toddler around, we laugh countless times every day.
L and I sit in his rocking chair reading a book before sleep. I read the book while he turns the pages. After one read-through, L flips through the pages and reads to me.
Lately, he cracks jokes while reading. I pause to let him tell the story. He turns a page then studies the illustration. He sews the words and pictures together.
There is something about an owl, rabbit, and flowers that turns into a low belly laugh. He continues with the story – apple, bear, and soup. Another belly laugh. The rabbit tips a watering can over.
L waves his finger in the air like a single windshield wiper and says, "No, no, no."
I cannot contain myself. Tears stream down my face as I laugh until my sides hurt.
This is a moment to remember.