There’s nothing like the sound of a little kid laughing. It’s not just a sound, but an experience of the entire body and mind. They lose control—often of the bladder, and without shame. Anything sets them off—a joke, a pratfall, a burp (and everyone’s favorite, the butt-trumpet).
We had a great weekend together. Lot’s of play time and cuddling. Her cousin came over to play. They’re about a year-and-a-half apart and have sleep-overs all the time. They might as well be sisters (they sure fight like sisters).
Nights are the best, laughs or not. She loves my iPod (as do I) and we listen to a couple of songs every night, ending up with “Golden Slumbers”. There’s nothing cuddlier than a four-year-old in pj’s. I really do not want her to grow up.